Sandalwood Shoes

I know a couple of ladies who fancy this shop as being absolutely amazing… but i just don’t get it.
it’s small and filled with the most ungodly fluorescent rainbow colored variety of shoes your mind could imagine. often with flowers attached.
and that’s fine, some people are into that… but im not.
on top of the awful/​small selection the shoes are pretty pricey, but most seem to be of decent quality.
and yeah, i don’t think it’s just men, chris… i don’t feel welcome there either… haha.
x

Let me start this review with a strong statement; I love shoes. Love love love shoes.
And so why did it take me nearly six months of passing Sandalwood to actually go in? Erm, because I actually wasn’t very excited about it (and trust me, that isn’t normal). The shoes in the window all seem pretty funny looking actually. They have a couple of big names like MBT (that’s dodgy looking trainers to you and me) and a large selection of heels and boots.
And now that I’ve been in this shop? Do I still maintain that their shoes are «funny looking?» Well yes — I do. I don’t think I’ve ever gone in a shoe shop and not wanted to buy something, but then I suppose there’s a first time for everything.
Besides this, the staff were snooty and ignored me, and the prices are a little bit higher than anyone in their right mind would want to pay. They do seem to have a permanent sale on though, so if you do have a penchant for funny looking shoes then you’re probably in luck.

Men beware. This is a place where we are not welcome. Only those of the female type and preferably a pretty healthy disposable, or shoe, income are ushered through these doors with anything that approaches interest and a friendly smile.
With a nod towards «we know our market why bother trying to offer anything to anybody else, especially those who ain’t got the money» vibe, this is a fancy wee shop for those looking to dip there perfectly manicured toes into the upper end of the feet clothing market.
Aye, its pricey. However if your looking for a pair of organic free range fair trade, hand stitched by a blind arthritic Bolivian goat herder who recently lost an arm in a tussle with a elephant poacher. then this is the place for you… and by the looks of the place on a Saturday afternoon then there are quite a few of you out there.
Hey, who am i judge. For the other female types out there who are still keen on your shoes but not so in the other things associated with this place, then best to keep an eye out for a sale period and hit it then.

My first ever memory of this shop, is being dragged in at a tender young age, and being told on no uncertain terms was I to touch. Anything. Yes, I could see that my love of all things shiny, my lack of hand eye coordination and the beautifully displayed shoes (always at a jaunty angle!?) would never be a match made in heaven, and by that, I am saddened. Especially in here.
They have beautifully designed shoes — all nice and slightly designeresq — adorning the walls and the racks. Lovely shoes from Italy — no cheap and cheerful here I’m afraid.
Alas, but now I’m older, not as clumsy, and I have worked out how the shoes at the jaunty angles are displyed (heel first. always heel first!). A part of me is still ever so slightly scared that my hand is going to be slapped away from the beautiful black Gabor peep toe patent numbers…
Fashion you can afford? Only if you’ve got the wallet to match.