YES says Marcelle D'Argy Smith THOSE shoes! Those wonderful, covetable wedges Camilla was wearing when she was pictured in Cairo this week as she and Charles toured Egypt. They were an inspired choice of footwear.
Fashionable? The catwalks have been full of them - there isn't a woman's glossy magazine or women's section in a newspaper that hasn't featured them.
They're very Kate Moss, very Sienna, very now.
It happens rarely that flaming youth and glorious middle age can wear the same clothes and look equally good. But wedges, as Camilla has shown with her [pounds sterling]99 pair from LK Bennett, look good on everyone (the matching handbag was a snip at [pounds sterling]69).
With the wearing of wedges, she has somersaulted into modernity, into up-totheminuteness. And suddenly those classic highheels, wheeled out whenever one needs to play safe, look as boring and dull as a Monday in Cheshire.
For glorious middle-agers who are torn between their desire to look chic and their need to feel comfortable, wedges are the answer to a prayer. They make you look taller - which is one of the reasons we all wore high heels in the first place.
LV EarringsIf you buy them with nice spongy insoles they are literally like walking on air.
You are spared any worry about walking over drains, holes in the road, cobblestones, densely woven carpets or smart wooden floors - all curses for the stiletto wearer.
But with comfortable wedges - make sure you don't buy them with stiff hard insoles - you can walk anywhere and stand for ages with a smile on your face.
You can stroll around, head held high, knowing you're taller, look more relaxed, more joyously fashionable and you'll never have to utter those damnable menopausal words - I have to sit down, my feet are killing me.
And yet middle-aged women have so far been curiously resistant to the wedge.
They have not been spotted at parties, cocktails and gallery openings. Too many of us will not be parted from our sexless flats or our achingly familiar high heels. We are creatures of habit.
I bought a pair of wedges almost identical to Camilla's late last year. I took them home, tried them on again. They were comfortable, stylish, good-looking. My legs and feet looked good in them. There wasn't a thing I could fault.
Yet, don't ask me why, I returned them. I couldn't get used to the look. I couldn't get used to the feel. Their ease and comfort made me suspicious.
I'll go off them, I thought, they're not my type of thing. I could tell they were smart - they just didn't fit into my fantasies.
Did I take back the high-heeled strappy Joseph sandals that hurt when I stand in them - let alone try to walk to the car in them?
No - they make me think of summers in Venice and Riviera parties and a whole lot of other things I don't do.
Shoes are like men. The glamorous, sexy, come-hither ones are great if you've got others to choose from.
There are the sensible ones you rely on. Those you pay too high a price for.
Those that make you feel good for an evening. Those that are painful - but worth it. You fantasise - and then reality hits you.
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