Liesbeth is cheating

Something incredibly strange happened in London over the past few days. Something that still has me a bit off balance and that I don't quite know what to do with. May is also very worried about me; in New York, everything was still under control, but the moment I stepped onto the plane to London, things went wrong.

I bought sneakers there.

White sneakers.

And two days later, I also bought espadrilles. In total, I bought zero pairs of heels and two pairs of flat shoes, and for those who either don't follow me on Instagram or who haven't been reading here on amayzine.com for long, that's quite a big deal. I am shoes. And especially, I am heels. People always think I'm very tall, while it's actually not that much; you just always see me with 11 centimeters extra, so if I happen to be flat-shod, not much is left.

Where my purchase comes from is clear; everyone wears sneakers. It's truly unbelievable how endlessly trendy it is to walk around in preferably white sneakers. Adidas Stan Smith of course, which are so popular that even Isabel Marant decided to copy them. And not only on the street you see it a lot, also and especially on the catwalk. At Burberry, all the girls walked flat, and also at the Armani show that was in Milan this week, the models were provided with a sandal or sneaker. And that trend was already in the air in previous seasons. Leading houses that all leave the heel in the dust and choose comfort and coolness.

Now, in my case, it's just that I can't walk in sneakers. Jet had to really hold back from laughing at me during my sneaker days because I walk like a clumsy flatfoot, and it's anything but charming. I'm so used to at least 10 centimeters extra that I have to completely reinvent my walk. On top of that, where most women get blisters and back pain from heels, I have that with sneakers. After 4 hours of walking, my feet were on fire, my back was crooked, and I could barely walk normally on the street. On the last day, I decided it was enough with that flat nonsense and happily went out the door in my most comfortable and high heels to Shoreditch House to drink expensive wine from plastic glasses – and that felt damn good.

You know, it's nice to occasionally take a trip to something else (Cosmopolitan UK thought so too, by the way, who took a picture of me with sneakers on) but in the end, I think I will always remain true to my great love; heels heels heels.