'New Shoes'

I love shoes.

When i was a little girl, my Nana had a picture book called "Katie's New Shoes". The book followed a little girl, throughout her day, and detailed all the different pairs of shoes she wore.

 From sports shoes, to jelly sandals, fluffy bunny slippers and finally a pair of dress up high heels, finished with purple jewels.

With every page that turned, there would be a new pair of shoes.

And with every new pair of shoes that Katie put on, there would be an illustration of the shoes that took up the whoooooole page.

I often have thought that this book could be the fundamental basis of my obsession.

I thought wrong!

Over coffee with Mum last week, I was reminded that  I  have been a shoe critic since the day I was born.

Closely following my grand entrance in to this world, I as a wee babe, were passed to my father, in all my nakedness.

I took one look at his disgusting tan leather shoes and I showed Dad exactly what I thought of them.

Those shoes were a piece of crap, and that my friends is what they got. I lifted my little baby leg, aaand......number 2.5's.  The rest is history.

This is the closest I could fine, minus the code brown/tar :)