There were strappy sandals of various heel heights, shiny court shoes in an array of colours, pretty ballet pumps in a variety of fabrics and an array of pretty bejewelled flip flops.  By-passing the towering high heels, she picked up a pretty pair of red shiny pumps in her size, as well as a pair the next size up.

Sitting, she eased her own shoes off.  She was wearing loosely-tied training shoes, which had been squashing her feet all morning.  She rubbed her aching feet, before gingerly trying on the ballet pumps.  She groaned as she realised that there was no way she was going to be able to put on the larger pair of shoes, let alone the ones in her normal size.

She padded, barefoot, back to the display and picked the next two sizes up.  Then she padded back to her seat to try the shoes. 

“Aaaaargh!”  She threw the larger shoes down in disgust.  They still did not fit.  She felt like one of Cinderella’s ugly sisters.

She padded, barefoot, returning the cursed shoes back to the display, and picked up the biggest pair of flip flops she could find.  They were three sizes bigger than her normal shoes.

She padded back to her seat and attempted to slide her swollen right foot into the shoe.  The bejewelled V-shape cut into the top of her foot, and it was only half on.

“Right!”  she exclaimed impatiently, “I’ll just have to try these then.”

She marched, barefoot, over to the Men’s shoes and perused what was available.

“Ah!” she said, spying a selection of flip flops in black, blue, khaki and tan.  She grabbed two pairs of black ones, four and five sizes bigger than her normal shoes.

She was triumphant when she managed to ease her feet into the smaller of the two pairs.  She stood up and flip-flopped to the mirror.

“They look hideous, but they’ll do,” she sighed, rubbing her swollen tummy, “See what you’ve done to Mummy’s poor feet!”