Remember my dream to hit the backpacking trail? Well, it's still niggling away at me. Probably because it's Sunday again. Darn Sundays! I just can't get rid of the thought that if I don't go backpacking one day then I will always feel like I missed out. Having Baby Boo at 19 has meant that are a fair few things I didn't get to do. I've never been on a girly holiday, I've never been on all day drinking sesh, I've never worn a bikini without feeling extremely self-conscious about my Mummy Tummy, I stopped going clubbing at 18 when I got pregnant and never really started up again. And though I don't regret having Boo for a SINGLE SECOND I do sometimes feel like I'm playing catch up. I don't know why I'm so fixed on the whole age thing either. Why can't I go travelling for the first time when I'm in my 30s? Or maybe even my 40s? I've thought about this a lot over the last week and I figure, as long as I keep up my cleanse, tone, moisturise with wrinkle cream every night, then maybe, when I'm strolling through the Aussie Outback with nothing but two t-shirts and 3 pairs of knickers to my name, those nubile 18 year olds with their perfect skin and flat tummies won't point and laugh too much. I indulged my little fantasy by treating myself to these two books from Amazon. Just to get my started y'know? (and I might have started a wee little savings account....)
I bought High Heels and a Head Torch and Wanderlust and Lipstick. Honestly, with titles like that, how could I not? Space ducky loves them and is helping me read them on an evening. He is soooo coming with me when I go.
Then, whilst fiddling around on eBay last night I came across these. Fate. There's no other word for it.
For any of you seasoned travellers out there, I know these are more fashion than practical walking boot (I'm a soldier, I know ALL about wearing the right footwear) but, honestly, I would be prepared to endure a blister or two just to skip merrily along in these pretty babies. If I can still skip at 40.....