After yesterday’s pitiful display with Mr. G, the idea of being transported from my office and into a glass panelled one of my own labeled "official muse" is admittedly looking slim…what I need is a little something that will put me back on track, boost what little professional confidence I have left.

I’ve been in awe since starting here of the female office footwear and their penchant for killer heels. Believe me if you think women don’t dress up anymore or that glamour is dead, head to the office here in Milan. I half expected to get a pair of heels in my welcome pack from HR.

Despite the heat and (close your ears if you are squeamish or male) the inevitable ‘swollen feet’ the office is clad in killer heels daily. It’s like a Tarantino movie where at any moment a statuesque brunette may annihilate the competition with her footwear. Given the offices are huge, reception is on average a ten minute walk (I take taxis a lot, ten mins is what I consider my quota of daily exercise), women are high for the most of the day. Who’d have thought?

Although tempted by the current gladiator sandals craze, with autumn/winter only a shop window away – now is the time to put my toes away for good and become a lady. With the men’s catwalk shows starting tomorrow, it's time to kick start my own ascent.

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