Clarks

Ok. Confession time. I admit, years ago I wouldn’t have dared put a toe over the threshold into a Clarks store — at least not since I was a child and my mother dragged me in there. But things have changed — Clarks are no longer just a shop for fuddy-​duddies stuck in a time warp. Their ads alone are testament to this. Now I go in there voluntarily (if occasionally checking behind me to see who is looking…)
Seriously, they have some (relatively) groovy shoes and boots. Yesterday, I was sorely tempted by their deep blue lace-​up suede knee-​length boots with a mid-​heel. Very cute! Good with jeans or a skirt. However I exercised some restraint. I asked the ‘team leader’ some awkward questions and he came-​up trumps, so good customer service too and no pressure to buy.
A stylish Swedish friend of mine recently bought some funky high-​heeled ‘Mary Jane’s’ here and they look really adorable on her. That’s partly what lured me in… but I do have bad shoe addiction tendencies so I’m going to be patient and wait and see if I really have to have them…