As seen by the picture in my last post, I am working hard on increasing my Camper collection. Laura and Sophie began this mad crusade. I shall continue. And, have you noticed that of the many shoes we all own, there has not yet been one double up?
I had to really, really force myself to pay the money for these. AND they were half price. As it turns out, I have worn them constantly every winter for four years straight. And they still look good(ish). The wedge-like heel gives me enough height so that my jeans don’t drag on the wet ground, while still letting me stomp around for hours without getting sore feet. These actually hurt after a while across the top of my foot. Perhaps I have fatter feet than your average Spaniard?
I bought these soon afterwards, purely on looks, and I hardly wear them. I never broke them in properly, and they savagely chew my heels. That’s elastic going across each shoe in different directions. I love them though. Often I just look at them.
The suede boots which have caused me oh so much pain last year. They fit me very well now. I am looking forward to wearing them this winter (although not in the rain, see: suede). My favourite part about them is the inner leather – butter soft and plum coloured, with gold flowers etched into the leather. I wish shoes were reversible.
Cow Camper shoes. I wore these today to a BBQ and got non-stop comments on them. I also dripped tomato sauce on one, but it’s good now. One makes an annoying farting sound when I walk. I hope that stops soon. These are made from really soft leather.
A few weeks ago. Full price, no questions. I wore them to work the next day (the business casual dress code is a SUGGESTION only, I’m sure) was complimented on them by the delivery guy. You know you’ve got awesome shoes when even the delivery guy notices. The grass is green felt sewn around the entire edge of both shoes. Wedges again, to help with my pathetic lack of height.
Boots! Not too tight and with rubber soles and damn, they’re really comfortable. And I got them zipped up (eventually) the third time I wore them round the house. And even though I’m claiming I bought them in a moment of depression-shopping weakness, to be fair that isn’t exactly true. This restructure will be fine, and in fact I can’t even work up the energy to care about it, that’s how much of a non-event I think it is. Really, I’m just using it as an excuse to buy boots.
…and I forgot to add, one of my favourite part about Campers are the patterns on the soles. Which is ridiculous, but true.