Size matters

So here's the thing. Don't tell anyone, but I think my feet are getting bigger as I get older. It's not quite so shameful an admission as drooping boobs, facial hair or grey pubes, but it does rate quite highly in the reasons why getting old sucks list I'm gradually compiling as I potter through my thirties.

I'm not blest with the daintiest of feet in the first place, having been, for most of my adult life, a UK size 6 (39 / US 7). Over the last few years I've started buying summer shoes in a 6.5, because they're a hell of a lot more comfortable for hot swollen feet. But I've suddenly realised that on the whole I haven't gone back to buying 6s, even now, in January.

Worse, the last pair of boots I bought - these soft grey suede calf length beauties from Fly from Harvey Nicks in Edinburgh - were a size 7, and they fit well, even without thick socks! (Which is presumably how one would wear everything in Edinburgh in January.)



I'm certainly not proud, and I'm not going to force my size 7s into shoes a whole size too small for them, at least not to wear for any length of time or if I have to walk anywhere. But this will leave me with a wardrobe full of well-loved shoes I can no longer wear.

Perhaps if I got rid of several of my longer toes...

Comfort: 4 - deceptively high
Value: 3 - £70 in the sale
Style factor: 4 - grey and fairly platformy, really rather now. Or last season according to Harvey Nicks.