Staring at the rows of beautiful shoes in my wardrobe, I sighed.
There were easily 200 pairs.
Boots, flats and heels in every colour under the sun.
And my favourites – a bright red pair of sandals that were more work of art than footwear.
‘Admiring your collection?’ my husband Dan, then 39, asked, slipping an arm around my shoulder.
‘No,’ I wailed. ‘Most of them don’t fit.’
It was true, I loved shoes and had been collecting them for years.
But now, in August 2013, I’d just turned 50 and my collection rarely left the wardrobe.
