Heels v Flats, Lad v Gent

Hey lovelys,

  It is currently 3am in the morning and after a good rom com classic Pretty Woman  I suddenly feel the need to go on a write-athon so here goes… just a pre warning though the spelling and punctuation may not be so great as my eyes are slowly but surely closing the more I type haha!

    Firstly, Merry Christmas to everyone and I hope you all had a lovely one. I know it was soo good to see the family and consume all those mince pies and masses amounts of chocolate.

  But as we are in this great season of good will, we are also in the season of a good amount of spending so I thought we could take a few minutes to step outside our materially beautiful world that we love oh so much and imagine a world without any clothes stores, online shopping, catalogues to pick from or materials to sew from.  Scary I know, but imagine we couldn’t spend our days shopping, meet up with our girls in town for a shoe session or pass that manikin with that gorgeously fitted dress we will inevitably buy. What would we do with ourselves? And yes some may say that it’s a tad dramatic and untrue to assume we would have nothing better to do with ourselves if there were no shops around to consume us but I think it’s very safe to say shopping must mean something to us or else we wouldn’t love it so so much! So why is it so important? Why do we buy buy buy to the point that our hands can’t physically carry anymore? Why do we spend on the latest killer heels when rationally it doesn’t really make sense to pay for something which is only going to cause us ankle injuries and are indeed killer?

  It is at this point I would like to ask whether we ultimately invest in things that we know are only going to hurt us? It’s the same with the wanting what we know is bad for us scenario… like when you’re eight years old and your mum tries to explain to you that you cannot have a horse like in that book The Chronicles of Narnia (not that it would physically fit in your garden anyway) but yet you still continue to want it and put it on your Christmas wish list to Santa. And then you grow up and like that guy you know is bad for you, you know will cheat on you or tear eye you up but yet you still continue to like him anyway.  It doesn’t really make sense when you think about it or does it? But I guess maybe it isn’t meant to make sense, it’s just meant to be a learning curve… we are all meant to be attracted to the bad thing in order to find the good thing or the things that make sense.

    So maybe we have to wear a pair of shoes which are beautifully glittered on the outside but bad for us and our feet in order to find that it makes more sense and is less painful to wear a pair of flats which we feel much more comfortable in. Maybe it’s like that with guys. Maybe, although we fancy that hot yet arrogant rugby player who you know is a massive player, we should really be looking a little closer to home at the guy who treats us right, who doesn’t love himself more than he could ever love someone else and who we ultimately know deep down will take care of us. And ok, he might not have a photo shopped body or an eight pack; but he is the real gentleman, the real prince charming!

  So after my mini essay there, maybe Prince Charming doesn’t have to be gorgeously handsome on the outside, maybe he is an average guy who likes average things but is amazing none the less. Maybe guys are like shoes and we shouldn’t settle for a beautiful pair if it is only going to hurt us, when we could be happy with the ones which make us feel comfortable.