When I saw the tweet-out from Tara as to what the theme is this week, I was excited. Images of my baby shoes and my wedding shoes, mixed with The Boy's tiny-toed shoes, filled my blogging eye.
Only what a sodding surprise, I can't find them.
I have really got to organise this house, at some point in the not too dim and distant future.
However, today proved to be quite a fortuitous day. Opening the curtains, I saw that the meteorological situation was reminiscent of December. Autumn dropped by fleetingly on Saturday and decided to go in search of Summer in warmer climes, chillingly chased off by Winter. This morning, on only the 6th September, it was widdling it down!
I glanced at The Boy, glanced at his canvas Doodles and thought, "We need some new shoes!"
The Boy walked before his first birthday; three days beforehand. Then he didn't walk for another three weeks. I kept him out of shoes for another few weeks, and so it was August before he needed his first pair of shoes. And rebelliously, I refused to buy expensive Doodles, favouring a similar style.
The Boy's first shoes – size 5
I bought the next size up as well, and it was Autumn before I ventured into the world of Clarks. The expensive world of Clarks!
Autumn-Winter 2010 collection: size 5.5G – 6G
Sping-Summer 2011 collection: sizes 6G – 7.5F
Autumn-Winter 2011: 7.5 E!
In the 13 months that he has been wearing shoes he has gone from a 5G to a 7.5E. The gap between the last pair of shoes was 6 weeks! Now when they were only costing £15 then it wasn't too offensive to the bank balance. However those snazzy brown Stomposaurus shoes from Clarks (on the left above) cost…
He's only got little feet!
(If I don't find my baby shoes, my mother is going to kill me!)