Owning a pair of Louboutin shoes has always been a distant dream that I hoped would some day happen after saving up for a lifetime.
Then came an unexpected surprise from my boyfriend on my 18th birthday. I was left speechless as I nervously placed my foot inside the beige Bianca spikes to try them on, although the six-inch stilettos are not as luxurious as you might first imagine.
After waiting months for the right occasions (more like not wanting to scuff the leather straight away), I decidedthat venturing out to the Pitcher & Piano in Newcastlefor a few cocktails on a Saturday night would be the perfect first opportunity to grace my foot with the presence of the breath-taking red soles.
I waited until I was in the taxi to put them on and when I stepped out onto the path I walked relatively normally, minus a stumble or two, to a table within the cocktail bar.
After half an hour of sitting down and only one cocktail consumed, my almost sober self began to realise just how painful these shoes were. The arch for my foot was quickly becoming numb due to the fatal height of the heels.
I quickly stumbled to the bar and bought another few cocktails to take my mind off the pain and when I sat back down at my table I kicked off my shoes.
Later in the night we decided, to my horror, to walk to a different bar. It was only a five minute walk but in these heel it took 15… and we weren’t even half way there!
Thank goodness for my trusty £24 Topshop pumps I’d thrown in my clutch at the last minute! I decided enough is enough. As beautiful as my studded nude stilettos are my feet do not agree. This resulted in my boyfriend carrying them in his back pocket and a lot less pain for me.
Since then I have worn my Louboutins, but not as often as I first imagined I would. It’s true… beauty is pain!
