Why shoeboots?

Fashion has no logic.  Trends come and go, and at first glimpse of a new design on the catwalk you can pretty well tell if you are going to go with it or not.  OK, so some things take a while to get your head around – puffball skirts for instance.  I remember when I first saw them way back when thinking they were just bizarre, but soon became a convert and loved the flirtatiousness of them and that fact that no-one’s thighs looked small, so no need to fret on the diet front. 

Shoes are the same.  I love and always have loved platforms and wedges, have never felt akin to obedient little kitten heels (back ache nightmare), and live and breathe boots of all shapes and sizes – whatever the weather.  Whenever I try on something new, I imagine it with a pair of boots, high or low, sleek or cowboy,  and they are firmly established as my default wardrobe setting.  But please, please, will someone explain shoe boots to me?  Why wear the fashion equivalent of an orthotic support or plaster of paris, complete with chipped toe nails and toes blue from frostbite?  Are they sexy, or do you look as if you were run over by a lawn mower, or have such terrible ingroing toenails you can’t bear the pain of a fully encased foot?  I very much go with the idea of a skimpy number on top and something chunky below, but somehow the marriage of very high heels, an encased foot and toes on show just doesn’t win the masterchef title.

So please, any shoe boot converts out there, explain to me where I’m going wrong and enlighten me to this latest fashion’s plus points.  Bet if Cheryl Cole didn’t wear them, neither would anyone else…

 

marigold xx