Don’t know why I’m smiling, I can’t walk in these shoes!
Last week I took delivery of my advance copies of Valentine and have been sending them out to friends. It’s quite something to see the novel that was in your head for so long venturing forth into the world all on its own. I want to say chin up, look after yourself. Don’t let those other books bully you! Valentine has a bold cover which I think is good and I love, love, love those red shoes. My editor let me choose them for the cover shoot. They are shoes I could never in a million years wear. Victoria Beckham is reported to have said that she can’t think in flats. I am the polar opposite, I can’t think in heels, or rather I can but I am only thinking one thought – these shoes are killing me, when can I take them off? Which makes for limited conversation. It was not always so. But tragically some four years ago I was in a well known DIY store looking at kitchen floor tiles and resenting the whole activity, would much rather have been somewhere like Fired Earth sourcing lovely terracotta, when a whole stack of stone tiles fell on my big toe! I’m not sure if it was broken as a result but truly it was never the same again. My heel wearing days were O.V.E.R. And I have borne a grudge against my kitchen floor ever since. But every now and then a pair of heels seduces me and I give in to their siren call, wear them once, have to change into pumps within the hour and they stay in my room, testimony to a lost time. But in honour of Valentine’s publication I have purchased a pair of red suede wedges. A wedge is much easier on the toe than a stiletto heel – I’ll let you know how long I manage to wear them.
