Garage Shoes

Garage Shoes sells shoes for ladies. Ladies who like heels, sparkle and leather and straps and stuff.
The shop basically looks a bit like it’s from the 80s. Kind of like the shoes that Julia Roberts would have worn before she met Richard Geer in pretty woman.
But then I am a man. What the hell would I know? Don’t listen to my opinion on girls shoes. Honestly.

‘A new shoe store!’ Ahhhhhhhh!
Yes, I was very very excited to see something new when I saw ‘Garage’ staring at me with its glistening windows, studded boots and the never ending stilettos! The store has a fair collection of boots from really dressy and golden (totally not my style) to moderately styled boots which would look fair for everyday wear. I would say that this store has a great stock of ankle boots and army boots. I liked them a lot! The staff is not too friendly, but not too aloof either. Their collection of stilettos and high heels is far too bling for my taste, though of course there are exceptions in every store, even this one.
Overall, I’d say walk in if you like the following: Golden, metal studs, knee high boots, 6 inch heels and lots and lots shine!

Another day, another hideous cheapo shoe shop in the Arndale. Sigh.
Now, being slightly taller than my friends all my life, and having the balance and poise of drunk Bambi, I rarely wear heels, and I guess that’s probably why I don’t go oll gooey ovr shoes like a lot of girls. Don’t get me wrong, I like a nice shoe, but as I’m pretty much welded into Cons or flat ankle boots, there’s less for me to get excited about. So, I’m not a shoe sentimentalist who thinks they deserve ‘respect’ and ‘love’ or anything but, come on, shoes deserve more than… this!
Garage Shoes is a weird brand. Instead of starting out in cities and worming its way out, it seems to have done the opposite. I remember on my pocket-​money trips to shabby Darlington as a youngster, Garage Shoes was a force to be reckoned with. Hideous plastic stilletoes and boots covered with studs and diamantes and crap. Until last week, I had never known another Garage Shoes to exist. But there it is, newly opened. Obviously enough North Eastern strippers bought their work shoes from them, for them to be able to afford a unit in the Arndale.
It’s basically Prague (the gross Arndale shoe shop, not the beautiful city) with more crap. In Prague you might just be able to find a shoe not weighed down with crystal hearts and straps made from chains, but in Garage Shoes, the more shit they can stick to a synthetic shoe, the better. Ugh.
Steer clear of this shoe-​crime. If the horrendous shoes don’t put you off, the overpowering smell of PVC will. Yukkers.