THESE SHOES WERE MADE FOR TANGO

These are my favourite tango shoes. I bought them at ‘Comme il Faut’ in Buenos Aires, a famous boutique which is a dead-ringer for a Belle Époque bordello (I’m guessing!). I remember the day clearly: With my tango mentor Anna-Lisa leading the way, we perused the store and each bought a sexy red pair of heels.

I know what you’re thinking: she’s going to bang on about dancing ’til dawn in these bad-girl shoes. Unfortunately, no. I broke my ankle very badly, and if I wore these stilettos again I would surely fall over and break the other ankle.

It’s funny how life works. It’s almost cruel; just when I was showing such promise, I’m no longer able to do the thing I love.

At least I have my writing though, and a way to transport myself back to the dizzying feeling of dancing the tango. At least I could immerse myself from behind my computer while I wrote The Closest Thing To Crazy. It’s much surer ground … far less chance of falling!

If you too want to be transported to Argentina, be sure to grab a copy of my book, The Closest Thing To Crazy, available via Amazon.

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