Dear Slingbacks,

Please don't get the wrong idea, I think you're wonderful and I know we definitely have some history. You were everywhere - in shop windows, my favourite magazines, hanging out with my friends and family - always so popular. You were sometimes plaid espadrilles, sometimes slim stilettos, sometimes stacked and chunky; and you seduced me, singing a siren song with the promise of style and an uninterrupted leg line.

I'll never forget when I first picked you up at Payless. You were not just cheap and available, you were demure at office parties in any season and sassy with Jeans at the bar. I will cherish the memory of you at my wedding, done up in glittery silver, peeking out shyly in the afternoon and dancing late in to the evening.

I am sorry to say it, Slingbacks, but lately the spark between us has faded. When I wear you high-heeled with perfect length Trousers the pants drift between you and my heel as I walk. Yes, I said it! Trousers have come between us. I know you get along great with Skirts. Pumps don't try to make me to choose. Besides, your namesake never stays in a comfortable place on my foot, regardless of adjustable buckles, elastic, or how much I've paid for you.

I do hope I'm not being too harsh, you have great personality and I know you have lots of other lovers. It's just that I don't think it was ever meant to work out between you and me in the long term. Yes, Slingbacks, I am breaking up with you.

Adieu.

Sincerely yours,
Emily

PS: We can still go out sometimes, right? It's just that Cocktail Dresses love you in silver...