My first blog..

Procrastinating is something I do all the time, about everything! So no wonder when it came to deciding whether I should start my own blog or not, took me AGES! I did lots of research about blogging pro's/con's, the best blog, and more importantly what do you write!

I found something that another blogger had posted saying 'write about something you love' so the first thing that came to mind was my unhealthy obsession for shoes.

Since the age of 2 I have had this fascination with shoes, I used to call them 'Trolley Dolly's baring in mind this had no relation to an Air Hostess, purely because high heel shoes make this heaving clip-clop sound when they are worn, this was like music to my ears.
Every year I wrote to Santa and the Birthday Man, and ask for my very own high heels, to which I received endless amounts of dressing up shoes, that hideous cheap plastic that rubbed your feet raw. I would walk around the house for hours in my shoes, just to hear the clip-clop sounds they made.

At about the age of 6, I had gone to stay for the weekend at my Dad's, which couldn't have been better. My nan had driven up from Devon to visit for a week or two, which happens about twice a year. I was in for such a surprise...

We had gone out early on the Saturday morning to go and do some grocery shopping, the worst and most tedious chore, irrespective of your age! By midday we had started to head home when my Dad had pulled up outside an old haberdashery shop, but what I did not realise was that two doors down from it was a dancing shop. So my Nan had got out of the car and walk around the car to get me out too, although I pleaded not to because I didn't want to go into a old shop like that. She took my hand, and told me to close my eyes, to which I did. She had hold of my hand firmly and we kept on walking, and walking, it felt like we had walked for miles. We then came to a sudden halt, and she told me to keep them closed just for a tiny bit longer. By now I was huffing and blowing because I wanted to go home.

She then told me to 'mind the step' as I heard a loud ring of a bell, as I walked through this door I opened one of my eyes, trying not to let on that I knew where we were, but I couldn't contain myself, I screamed with excitement. We were in a dancing shop, that had hundreds of SHOES!

It felt like I had won the lottery! I went around the shop stroking the shoes, hoping one day I would have a pair of these beautiful, elegant, special shoes. I then heard 'size 10' in a very faint voice, to which I paid absolutely no attention to because I was so mesmerised by the shoes. I then heard my nan call my name 'Mollie, come here for a second' so I ran over to her squealing with excitement. She told me to close my eyes, for the second time, I replied 'oh no nanny, not again!' a couple of minutes after she told me to reopen my eyes, as I was presented with the most stunning Ivory Silk Ballroom shoes! So I hastily took my Clarks Doodles off and put these amazing shoes on. I paraded around the shop, trolley dollying around on the wooden floor pretending I was professional dancer of some sort (very limited knowledge of dancing). We then paid for the shoes and the lovely lady boxed the shoes up and we then headed back to the car to go home.

By the time I made it to Year 6/7 my feet had just about grown to a size 3, and to me this was like I had struck gold, I would finally be able to fit into grown up shoes. I would get pocket money every so often, or some money for doing chores around the house. By the summer of Year 7, I was allowed to get the bus into town, which was a huge responsibility, I would then go into New Look and try on all of the high heel shoes (at that age a Kitten Heel was high!!) I always managed to find some I liked, which I then decided to spend all of my pocket money on, this was a regular occurrence, and still is now, although it is my wages I spend now, which is really doesn't do me any favours!

I now work for Dune, part time whilst studying BA (hons) Retail Marketing at University of Brighton. My passion for shoes is what most people describe as 'unhealthy' but I choose to take no notice of this as it is what I love.

My aim in life is to either have my very own shoe shop, or to design shoes...but I still have a long way to go yet!

I hope this didn't bore you too much, and that it wasn't a bad attempt for my first blog post.

Love
Mollie x