WHAT: Red canvas wedges (Matalan)
WHEN: Sunday, April 17th, 2011
WHERE: A walk up Arthur’s Seat, Edinburgh
WITH: Top (Forever 21), capris (ASOS), cardigan (Mango), sunglasses (eBay)
Yes, it’s THOSE shoes again. The ones I’ve dragged out every summer now for the past…three years, is it? Two? I forget. Don’t worry, though, this is probably their last hurrah: as regular readers may recall, my trusty red canvas wedges started to wear out last summer, prompting me to embark on a long, long search for replacements. I finally found them in River Island, but by then I was so attached to the originals I just couldn’t bring myself to let them go. And a strange thing happened: once the replacements were in my possession, I started to worry. What would happen when THEY wore out too? What if I couldn’t ever replace them, and was forced to spend the rest of my life without the most versatile shoes I’d ever known? That day is coming readers. But it’s not coming just yet, because on Sunday I officially rescued my old faithfuls, and thus allowed them another few week’s grace. Or, you know, longer.
On Sunday, the weather was beautiful again, so we decided to take a walk up Arthur’s Seat, which, for the benefit of those of you who don’t know the area, is an extinct volcano in Edinburgh. I’ve walked up it a couple of times now, and remembered it as being a fairly gentle stroll…
I was wrong.
Well, no, I wasn’t really. The walk was fine on the way up.
In fact, I sprang up the hillside as nimbly as a mountain goat in my wedges.
And we saw some amazing views on the way:
The view from the top was magnificent:
It wasn’t until we started back down that we ran into difficulties of the “I need to change my shoes” kind. And also of the “I am sliding down a steep hill on my butt kind”. You see, rather than going back down the way we’d come up, we decided to go down the other side of the hill. Somehow, though, we managed to pick the wrong path, and it turned out that the one we ended up on had obviously been created by ACTUAL mountain goats or something. There was slipping. There was sliding. There was a bit of shrieking and maybe even some swearing. There was a change of footwear for yours truly (luckily I never go anywhere without a pair of emergency flats.)
We did make it down in one piece, though. AND I saved my shoes.
P.S. O feel I would be in dereliction of my Shoeperhero duties if I didn’t point out to you all that you should always wear sensible shoes when climbing hills. Safety before style, kids! Remember, Shoeperwoman is a trained professional: don’t try this at home!