If The Shoe Fits

I bought my first pair of Blundstones the other week, without even trying them as they were going for a song and looked liked they'd probably fit me. It turns out they're about half a size too big, a fact which could easily be addressed with a pair of inner soles. But there is something deliciously childish about schlepping about in too-big shoes, a cross between playing dressups in your Dad's slippers and acting the clown, an increased danger of tripping over your own feet and a different strut to your stuff. Blokey boots waiting for me to grow into them...