My daughter bought these shoes from the Disney Shop the other day. With her own money. But I wasn’t happy.
I don’t mind dressing up shoes which are dressing up shoes. Little clippy-cloppy things that 3 and 4 year olds wear at home with princess dresses. But these are crossing a line. The distinction between dressing up shoes and actual shoes is becoming blurred and I don’t like it.
I know why she wanted them. She’s a little girl. What little girl wouldn’t want gold clippy-cloppy shoes with heels? (Well, apart from me when I was her age.) She doesn’t want them to play dressing up at home. SHE WANTS THEM FOR PARTIES.
And, guess what? I don’t want her to wear them for parties. Because my little girl doesn’t wear clippy-cloppy heels for parties. My girl is different. In my own mind, of course, she is better. She doesn’t need to wear high heels for parties. But in her mind, she does. BECAUSE EVERYONE ELSE WEARS THEM.
This comes back to the ‘big feet’ issue of a few weeks ago. Yes, her feet are bigger than other kids’, but I guess they also look bigger because of what she is wearing.
She wears Lelli Kellys. Yes, they are expensive. Yes, the adverts are irritating. BUT they are pretty enough for parties (in my opinion, at least) and practical enough for running and climbing trees. I don’t have special shoes for parties (seriously, I don’t – I don’t see the point of wasting money on something I will only wear once and don’t even like), so I don’t know why she should.
Sadly, I think 4 year olds wear Lelli Kellys for parties. Six year olds were clippy-cloppy high heels. This is very disappointing to me. Because they are little girls. They have their whole lives to wear high heels. It doesn’t need to start when they are 6.
I tried to convey all this information to my husband in the Disney Shop as my daughter stood there insistent she was prepared to spend £16, eight weeks’ pocket money, and clear out all of her holiday savings, on a pair of tacky gold shoes. But he said it’s her decision and I shouldn’t be so controlling.
So now my daughter is the proud owner of the tacky gold shoes. She is happy. I’m not. She will probably go to parties and everyone will make a big fuss of her tacky shoes and no-one will even mention that her feet are big because she now fits the mould of 6 year old glamour.