I like my friends like I like my Wellies

Hello friends, I believe I am doing well as I have come back for day two of blogging. The main reason I am doing this is because my lovely friends - some new, some old - read my blog yesterday and told me how much they enjoyed it; therefore blog two is here, like Pinky and the Brain, to take over the world.

It was nice to see how many of you read my blog from yesterday and it got me thinking about friends. When you leave school many of your "if we ever part I will just die" friends call you less often. In turn you call them less often and then you have an awkward conversation outside the Pound Shop where you continuously refer to their partner as Mark who was actually the boy that ceremoniously dumped them when they were fifteen - awkward. Well in fairness to you who knew her dating goth guys would be a lifestyle choice and not a phase - you've seen one nose to neck piercing, you've seen them all...

Anyway, as I was saying... I have often been told by my lovely father that I care too much about my friends and too much about my shoes and THAT my lovely blog readers is because there is a distinct parallel between them. See if you agree:

Wellingtons - THE BEST FRIENDS: They are indestructable. You will drag them through all manner of messes and they will still protect you. You will sometimes step out of line and leave them out in the rain, but they will come back to you just as you left them - still waterproof. My best friend is like the Wellington that is covered in a bright pattern - she has the look of my favourite shoes, but is really thick skinned to put up with my crap...

Slippers - PARENTS: They are all you want after a bad day. They are cuddly, warm and protective. But under NO circumstances do you want to be seen with them in town.

Sparkly skyscraper heels - CLUBBING FRIENDS: You love these shoes, you adore them, they are your everything. How pretty are they? Everyone loves them! You spend the week leading up to wearing them thinking about how you cant wait to show them off. Then you get out and like the clubbing friend you realise they give you no support... and they have no substance when they break on your walk home at 3am. An expensive nightmare.

Flip flops - FAIRWEATHER FRIENDS: They are cute, they give you blisters then you refuse to wear them again until next summer. Nuff said.

Uggs - THE CREW: Your general friends are Uggs. You pick them up and put them down constantly, they do the same to you, but you realise that is because you are all grown-ups now. They are by no means your cutest shoe, but they are your familiar - as in these friends are more town in the day, coffee in a cafe than a night out where you mistake Jack Daniels as the name of your new bf. You love your Uggs, they are comfy and supportive and you would welcome them after a night out. Uggs last a lot longer than normal shoes and you know you will wear a variation of them forever.

So friends, try to build bridges with Wellies you have mistreated, bring them in from the winter winds and save those sexy 8" crapettos for NYE. Go out and hug your best friend....but please dont throw water over her to test my point.

Lots of love

Becky xx