I have never really bothered much with shoes. I mean, I’ve obviously always strapped things on to the bottom of my feet to help me walk around, but they were never what I considered to be investment pieces or things I ever got particularly exited about.
Well…all change. Julia, who I wrote about in Part I a few days ago, was mildly appalled when she caught sight of my rather motley collection of shoes, some of which I had had for years. Most of this line up…







































