Capsule Wardrobing: The Footwear Edition
12 May

Last week I read a book called In the Red by Alexis Hall. It’s the diary of a self-confessed shopaholic who, having mounted up an impressive £30,000 of credit card debt, suddenly comes to the realisation that this might not be such a good idea (shock!), and that perhaps she should try to curb her ravenous appetite for shopping and, y’know, pay some of it off. So Alexis quits shopping for a year, and attempts to channel every penny of her spare income into her creditors’ coffers rather than the tills of Harvey Nichols. Easy.
What struck me most while reading this book (aside from the fact that a woman in debt to the tune of 30K thought that it was entirely reasonable to spend £40 on birthday presents for HER DOG) was Hall’s description of her spending addiction. At one point she confessed to having bought so many things which she had then flung at the back of her wardrobe and forgotten all about that sometimes she would actually buy the same things twice without even noticing.
Now, I know what it’s like to have so many clothes that forgetting about the odd skirt or top isn’t that unusual, but to not even remember buying something is another concept entirely. People laugh and joke about being “shopaholics” all the time (which, just while I’m at it, I don’t really rate as something to brag about), but when you’ve bought up the high street to the extent that you start buying it all over again, surely then it’s time to hand yourself over to a doctor, no?
But why am I talking about all this? Well, Alexis and her mad spending habits came into my mind this morning while I was thinking about shoes, and how they fit into the capsule wardrobing jigsaw.
Which in turn got me thinking about shoe mania, and how completely bonkers it is.
Someone enlighten me: what is it about shoes? More than clothes, more than bags, more than perfume, make-up, diamonds or pearls, shoes seem to possess a unique power to turn highly respectable, sane women into shrieking, salivating hyenas at the drop of a (I was going to say hat but I think stiletto is probably more appropriate). Since Sex and the City exploded into our lives in all its “Who needs a man when you’ve got Manolo?” glory back in the day, the humble shoe has acquired an almost mythological status among much of the female population. Blahnik and Choo are now household names, and I’d be willing to bet that there are women out there who would happily trade in the rest of what they own (or perhaps even their long-suffering partners) for a pair of $400 platforms to coo over at night.
It’s not that I’m unable to appreciate a nice-looking shoe when I see one, it’s more the fact that shoe-worshipping as a sport seems to me to be utterly, utterly pointless. As far as I’m concerned, shoes (like clothes) are for wearing, not licking. If they don’t fit, if you can’t walk and dance in them, and if the thought of them making contact with, like, an actual pavement makes you want to hurl, then to my humble mind they’re either not worth buying or were a complete waste of money. End of.
And that’s not to mention what happens to our high heeled shoes when we DO wear them. They get dirty. The heels wear down. The buckles lose their shine and the straps fray and sometimes they even snap. And anyone who has ever been clubbing (not even in your local grunge emporium, just your average club) will agree with me when I say that our shoes have to negotiate sticky, drink-splattered floors, broken glass, other peoples’ heels and yeah, occasionally the odd pile of vomit as well. Surely this speedy rate of stiletto depreciation ought to give us some clue as to how much it’s reasonable to spend on them?
Such are my musings on heels. My opinion on other kinds of footwear, however, couldn’t be more different. When it comes to the shoes I wear every day, I’ll quite happily spend the extra money for something that won’t pinch, leak or fall apart at the first signs of bad weather. I’ve had too many bad shoe experiences courtesy of the house of cheap crap to even consider spending less than around £15 on footwear these days (unless the goods are in a sale, of course!). As far as I’m concerned, when it comes to flats, and whether they’re Summer sandals, Winter booties or heavy duty hill walkers, it’s investment all the way. Your feet have to last you your entire life – show them you care by not subjecting them to torture every time you step outside. And with that sentiment firmly in mind, here are my top five tips on capsule-ising your shoe collection:
- Always keep a pair of (ultra) cheap shoes nearby for accidental ruining. Paintballing, DIY and muddy camping trips will be much more fun as a result, and you won’t embarrass yourself coming over all “I can’t ruin my shoes” either.
- Have at least one pair of semi-formal shoes (no ridiculous heels, no provocative patent and no garish colours), and keep them in good condition. Dressing for job interviews, funerals, and impromptu ‘look smart’ occasions will be much less stressful.
- Keep your shoes somewhere you can see them. Mine sit on top of my wardrobe, so whenever I’m putting an outfit together I can select the right shoes without having to bury my way into Narnia. Simple idea, massively helpful.
- Think about what’s in your wardrobe when you go shoe shopping. If they won’t go with a single thing you own then please, for the love of God, don’t buy them. Stick to your own style and buy something that’ll work with your clothes. Remember that capsule wardrobing is about making dressing easy as well as fun.
- Finally (and it’s a biggie) LOOK AFTER YOUR SHOES! It’s easy to do and it will bring you dividends. Have them re-heeled when they need it, polish them with love and replace laces and buckles when they start to look tired.
What are your thoughts on shoes? Do you have five pairs or five hundred? I’d love to hear your thoughts!





