With just one day to spare, the epic search for a pair of red shoes to go with my dress for the Melbourne Cup is finally over!
Lydia and I had spent all weekend trying to find a pair of wedges.
I’ve never been particularly fussed about shoes, and then I found a pair of leopard print wedges with a bright red heel.
They were too high for me to be able to actually walk in them, but it was love at first sight and I had to have them.
From that point things sort of spiralled and I finally joined the hoards of women who drool over a beautiful pair of heels.
I say heels, I mean wedges: my dodgy hips means I can’t wear heels without doing myself an injury, but I love a good pair of wedges.
I left my two ultimate favourite pairs of wedges in England: I figured shoes are something you can easily pick up.
How wrong I was.
The biggest problem we were having, was again coming back to the whole brand recognition thing.
If I want shoes, I’ll usually go to New Look.
There is no equivalent of New Look here and there was such a small selection of shoes in all the shops I have found that I like.
It was enough to make you hate shopping.
But finally after trudging along Chapel Street, determined to find something – or rather, given that the races are tomorrow we had to get something – we both found these gorgeous wedges.
And yes, they match.