Saturday, May 28, 2005

Finland Diary

Quite a few newspapers here in Finland have reported about this.

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

Could this be the beginning of a beautiful shoe fetish?

I've always found it hard to relate to women who are shoe'o'holics. I'm taller than average women, so my feet have felt the need to be proportional, which means that they are huge. Well, not weirdly huge, but again, bigger than average. So for me, finding pretty shoes, such as high heeled ones are extremely hard, because shops usually provide small, average and slightly-above-average size shoes. When I go shopping I look at all those gorgeous shoes, sigh heavily and wish I'd have the courage to cut my toes off so my feet would fit those shoes. But then again I wouldn't be a pretty sight in sandals.

This is one of the reasons I steer clear from shoe shops. The other reasons is that I'm financially limited (read: poor) most of the time. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate shoes (I even love the Manolo), I just hate that my size is rarely available, and when it is, the shoes are almost always ugly. But there are times when new and pretty shoes need to be bought, for parties and such, like graduation (which is upon me in two and a half weeks). So yesterday I decided that it was time for me to start the hunt of a fitting-and-hopefully-somewhat-appealing shoes.

Every time I go shopping I find myself cursing all those petite pretty women and their small shoe sizes, and this time was no different. I went from a shoe shop to another, but the biggest size those shops had to offer was one size too small for me. Again, my feet are not that big, even though it might sound like they are,so try to get rid off that mental image of huge hairy hobbit feet.

Anyway, just when I was about to give up and trying to convince myself that going to my graduation barefooted would be trendy, I saw them. They were high heeled sandals, there were two colors, black and white. I chose to admire the black ones, since they matched my dress better. I didn't even dare to dream that the shop would have those in my size, but still I very casually took a peek what sizes were available. To my surprise I found one pair that was my size, but nevertheless, the actual size of the shoe vary even if the number doesn't, so I wasn't going to go all gigglely squee until I'd tried them on. Ready to be disappointed and ashamed of my huge feet I cautiously slipped my foot in. Without much struggle I manage to get the shoe on. I slipped the other one on too, and walked towards the mirrors, and then it happened: angels began to sing their praises, dark clouds disappeared from the sky and the sun came out. I had found my first pair of pretty-with-heels-and-OMG-THEY-FIT shoes.

Now I can't get enough of them. I touch them, I put them on, I dream how super fantastic I look when I'm wearing them. Now I feel like I'm starting to understand Carrie a little bit more.