Bless me readers for I have failed to save any shoes for nearly two months now and here is my confession – I may now have more than 105 pairs to save and 146 days in which to save them all.
Be prepared for copious shoe posts about nothing in particular and with lots of photographs to fill the gaps.
Luckily I am recommencing the Shoe Challenge with one of my favourite pairs of shoes:
These are not only one of my favourite pairs of my shoes but regularly eyed fondly by others. I wore them to our corporate photoshoot at the studio – that’s me on the far right hand side.
Our CEO Nikki fell a bit in love with them that night and then snaffled them for our next photoshoot:
These Lorenzis are particularly vertiginous heels but not terribly difficult to walk in – providing one does so slowly and not along bumpy Sydney streets. Alcohol helps enormously I find.
Such is my fondness for these shoes that I save them up for very special occasions – Christmas parties, photoshoots and birthdays. They have a fairly huge personality of their own and are best matched with little black dresses like this one:
It was a birthday party that deserved a special pair of shoes as it has kicked off an August of birthdays and celebrations which will include a karaoke competition at some stage. Being a health studio that believes in balancing yin and yang we had equal amounts of nice and naughty things.
Cupcakes and chickpeas
Champagne and single malt whisky (that may be two yins or two yangs of course)
and copious Karaoke
Something that very few people know about me is how much I loathe the sound of my own singing voice. This is something that I can date back to Primary 7 at St Catherine’s in Paisley. We were all of us singing our wee hearts out over some hymn or another for a school mass when Sister Cecilia stopped, pursed her lips in an unhappy way and declared:
“Something is not right. You three – stop singing” she tutted waving at me and another couple of children next to me.
“Right, start again” she said and waved her ruler like a conductor’s baton . “That’s better” she said happily as I sat there silent, with my face burning, absolutely mortified with shame.
Up until recently the only place that I have happily sung publicly was in church. There is safety in numbers and let’s face it, there will always be someone else there with a soprano that bends the stained glass windows.
About three weeks ago, the entire Education team headed out for karoake. There is empirical research that group singing promotes well being by boosting oxytocin which in turn leads to feelings of happiness and well being. I really didn’t think that I could get up and sing but I closed my eyes and bellowed out this song with one of my younger colleagues:
And with that song I broke the back of my fear of public singing.
Last Friday, we worked our way through this song with choreography. It is a big help having people around you to hit the impossibly high notes while you mime and laugh at yourself
Anyone else scared of singing in public? Come along and growl with me:
Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I’m goin’ back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain