These Carvela beauties came in at £3.99 in Oxfam the other day… I bought them because I found I couldn’t physically let go of them once I had them in my grasp.
They’re both wonderfully high and really, really comfortable (it is possible, I’ve just discovered) and the little diagonal straps are fancy. I like to call them my ‘But Officer…’ shoes. Yes, I name my shoes sometimes. Judge me.
So far these shoes have had two outings: one to the dancefloor of a 1980s themed club, which, frankly, ended in disaster in many ways (a sticky dancefloor, regrettable dance moves, demanding George Harrison songs from a DJ) but the shoes remained disaster-free. I also went high-brow and took them out to the ballet for a bit of culture. They rose to the occasion magnificently. They’re so well made that there is no wobble when you stand in them – a properly aligned heel is a joy indeed. So there it is: charity shops are magical.