purple high heel cake

I destroyed the only pair of shoes I’ve ever truly loved. I had this pair of black velvet heels that had this swirly rose on the front and they were perfect. Not too high but tall enough. The velvet made them soft so they never rubbed and they were comfortable, oh so comfortable. I had them for years so were nicely worn in. Sadly I can’t even remember where they came from. Heaven probably. I loved them so much that when I started 6^th form and didn’t have to wear uniform anymore but a suit situation instead, I decided that these heels, not ballet pumps like most others, would also be the most appropriate choice of footwear for me. At this point I was walking to school, only a five ish minute journey from door to desk but off I would trot in these heels most days. After two years of tottering down the muddy path in the rain the shoes had had it. The velvet wore away at the front and turned a bit green and the heels looked like they had been chewed up from me hooking them on various classroom stools. While I’ll never fully give my heart to another pair I really did love making this cake and sugar shoe. This cake was for …