Tales of the unexpected with The Boy, my pride and joy.
A few months ago I was sent a pair of Winter walking boots from Hotter Shoes. They knew how much we are an all weather family, and that my trainers were hugely inadequate for the task of chasing after a five year old boy in the squelching mud and golden sands of south Wales.
I'd love to be able to show you a decent photograph of the Summit walking boots before I started using them, but I was ever so slightly impatient to test them out.
Shoes.
They are the one reliable clothing item for me; I can put weight on anywhere else on my body and feel dejected about clothes shopping, but shoes are safe. Shoes and bags.
About a month ago I collaborated with Hotter Shoes to pull together a bloggers' evening in their Cardiff branch where we were able to browse the styles, and be confounded that actually the shoes aren't old granny slippers meant for those with a preference for 'sensible footwear'.
Because while they are incredibly well designed to offer maximum comfort for your feet, they are also quite stylish and funky.
