I was once told by a girl wearing nine inch high heeled pointy boots that a girl could learn to walk in heels (to help you picture the scene, the girl in question towered above me at nearly 6 feet and called me “Duhling” in a strong Eastern European accent whilst puffing on a cigarette and sneering at my Converse). Now I admit that my footwear has come a long way since then but I have never fully taken to wearing heels. Anything over a certain height and I resemble a baby deer taking its first steps. Wedges, on the other hand, are my best friend. I can strut, stand and on occasion even run in wedges. Today I am sporting my favourite pair of cork wedges that make me feel like a powerful giant. Seriously.