Germs, boxsets and heels

A strange title, I'll admit.

But in a nutshell, that's been my week. Courtesy of my darling husband and the flea-infested germ pit that is his company's office (no windows and air conditioning, what can I say?), I am once again suffering with a cold. Not so good. Actually that's an understatement. I feel like death warmed up pretty much. But this post is already a day late and I didn't want to make this any later, so here I am.

Boxsets... what can I say other than I rediscovered Sex and the City. I know it's the best of the 90s but it is iconic for a reason. I loved it when I was in my middle to late teens, and throughout my 20-something years, and now that I'm into my 30s I'm relating to it again on a new level. I'm the same age as Carrie Bradshaw now pretty much and a lot of the questions they ask in the show are also applicable to my life. Granted, I'm not a single woman living in New York City - I'm a happily married woman living in an ex-mining town in South Wales; but I'm still a woman and a lot of it is still very relevant.

I always felt like each woman is a little bit of me. Carrie is my neurotic, self-conscious writer side. She overthinks WAY too much and always analyses everything to within an inch of its' life. Charlotte is my romantic side, the part of me that believes in champagne and chocolate and a dozen red roses on Valentine's Day. Miranda is my cynical, sharp-edged side but also reminds me of myself in the first year of university... focused and smart. Samantha (who is my favourite character without a doubt) is my sensual side, the freaky side of every woman. I don't sleep around like she does but she represents the free sensuality of a woman.

So, spurred on by the ladies of Manhattan, I decided to pop out and get some lunch today. I've been hiding at home and trying not to look like I fell out of a hospital bed somewhere. I decided on the spur of the moment to wear my favourite strappy sandals with my heels. They aren't particularly showy; if anything they are kind of middle of the road but I wore them with my jeans and I stepped out onto the streets. It's amazing how much confidence a pair of heels will give a woman. I felt really good, and everything was great....

Until my feet started to hurt. I'd forgotten how much heels hurt my feet and as a woman carrying excess body weight, my feet were none too happy with me. Still, I enjoyed my few moments feeling self-confident. I should do it more often.

Have a great weekend all, I'll be back on Tuesday! x