Big deal, crepe-soled heels, they’re so BOT I know pretty much everyone has got them. But these are really comfy and only £40, and they’re kind of the shoe I’ve been searching for all winter, despite trying similar styles. I’m confused, I seem to be getting the hang of high street shopping. I’m going to go the the charity shops at the weekend, to test my chazza mojo, maybe I can double fist shopping skills. More on this when I have finally bought myself a laptop. So let’s end this post in style with a little Cage Aux Folles song sung by Perry Como:

The shoes are online now, here is the link: shooes

This brings me to the real subject of my post, the Topshop dilemma. Everyone else raves about TS and as much as like what I see, I own three things from Toppers. A nude jersey and muslin top, an admittedly fab Erdem-style watercolour top and my OMG necklace, obvs. I don’t really know why I own so little from the store that people all across the world revere, so I had a little think and this is what came tumbling out of my brain…

I like to approach fashion in the same way as life, a roundabout way. I’m a fashion history nerd turned science student turned art student turned fashion writer. It’s not that I stopped loving fashion, clothes and the history of dress I just approach it from all sides before I really get to the core. Being a Jack of all trades is seen as a bad thing but I positively embrace it and let it take me where it will, which means lots of adventures in life!

The same for fashion, I like to wear a mix of hand me downs, borrowed items, charity shop faves, sample sale bargains and high street finds. This is why I have never really been able to get my head round Topshop. Sure I coo and sigh at press days like everyone else but when it comes down to it I can’t commit to buying. I can definitely apportion blame to my ingrained thriftiness and youth spent in Cromwell’s Madhouse; as one of the pricier chains I balk at Topshop’s prices. The other thing is that Tozzashozza (which is my preferred nickname btw) is pretty much all killer no filler, I walk and think, I could wear that, I could wear that, I could wear that. There’s no thrill of the chase, ferretting out something special is harder when it’s all special. In life, like in style if you’ve really worked hard for something the rewards taste sweeter, and seamlessly bagging all my SS10 trends doesn’t sit well with my hawk-like shopping system.

I once compared Topshop and Dorothy Perkins to Barbie and Sindy. If you’re a child of the ’80s you’ll remember Sindy had a round flicky-eyelinered face and distinct ’50s air. Barbie was more popular but then I’ve always had a chronically soft spot for the underdog. So much so, that when everyone at school was into Nirvana, I declared them boring and got into Boyzone out of spite. I know, Boyzone. Contrariness is a funny thing. I love to go into Dorothy Perkins and hunt out the few amazing items they put out every season, in Topshop it’s not the same. I’m obviously in the minority, but it’s something that interests me because no one actually admits to feeling anything less than total utter adoration for Tosho.