So, when I had just found out that I was pregnant, I did a little research into how my body would be affected (apart from the obvious, i.e. getting very big indeed). If only I’d known what I needed to prepare myself for mentally. One of things I found out was that feet can grow up to a size during pregnancy. And stay that way. I was rather alarmed by this – I think my exact words were: Not my shoooeeees! –, but when I told James about it, he cheekily suggested that I might as well sell my shoe collection preventively to make more room in the apartment for the baby.
My response: Ahahahahahahaha!
Do I even have to tell you what happened next? My feet grew. And stayed that way.
Not by a whole size. But by enough to not fit into quite a few of my shoes anymore. Now, I could just put them away and try never to think of them again. Instead, I decided to sell at least the ones that I only got a chance to wear once or twice. They’re now in my shop together with a whole bunch of other things that I still love looking at but don’t wear anymore, from Lala Berlin, Current/Elliott, Sandro and Victoria Beckham, as well as some fine goods from Zara and Cos. Here’s where you can shop my closet. And hopefully give my shoes another run.