Is this the way to wear a Billow?

I just KNOW there's a tune for those words somewhere...do you sense it too?
I wonder whether anyone else has controlling and emotional feet like mine?
I can look at a shoe like this, nothing outrageous, nice pair of Manolo's and my mind will think...hmm imagine what they'd do for my height, take me up to about 5ft 10, wouldn't my legs look long and slender, wouldn't I look elegant, wouldn't I feel elegant... and my feet start to curl up and throb and say don't be so ridiculous and cry.

Then I look at these and think.. hmm, boring, staid, old-fashioned, frumpy, country bumpkin...and my feet start to smile and glow and radiate good cheer.
To walk any distance or stand for any length of time these days I have to be wearing my Brasher shoes and Smartwool socks, there can be no other combination.
 
This is sad enough in December, even more so in August and stylishly elegant they are not.
So when Justine Picardie mentioned that she had bought a pair of Billows and her feet and subsequently her back were both in seventh heaven I was intrigued and had to explore further.
I just imagine Justine's feet to be clad in the height of fashion after all, in fact I've shared a platform with Justine's feet and I know that they are, and even if they're not she still looks stylish and elegant (me, I'd just look like I was wearing a pair of wellies,) so if Justine says Billows are allowed then I'm alright.
It can be tricky to keep abreast of the fashion trends hiding down here and to be honest I don't really try. I browse the catalogues for the styles and then see what I can cobble together myself and what I must avoid at all costs. Then I revert to my old Monsoon denim skirt and some Primarkartney (sounds better and please I know it's wrong and I'm sorry, but I just can't face thinking about the ethics of the shop) layers and carry on as usual.
The Toast catalogue is my favourite, can't justify the cost of any of it (except the trousers which are my perfect fit) until it's reduced by at least 80% in their archive sales and then only a pair of fingerless gloves, but the catalogue itself is always a beautiful work of art.
Then there's Boden and much as I love the occasional Boden garment I can't really be seen wearing most of it, mismatched skirts, a conglomeration of polka dots and florals, plus I'm sure I still have post-traumatic stress disorder from going to a Boden sale and I get flashbacks. Really, it was much worse than the blackhole of Calcutta, I rang Bookhound from the corner I was trapped in by a solid and impenetrable phalanx of screaming babies in buggies, while their mothers scrambled over tables fighting for a jumper reduced by 10%, and he rang Boden and they rang the people at the sale and the room was cleared, it was hideous.
So I took a look at the Fitflops Billows and listened to what my feet had to say.
My feet replied instantly, in fact they positively screamed 'buy them this minute' so I had no choice, when my feet scream I listen
Fitflops were apparently last year's hottest thing which I hope doesn't mean they will be this year's 'so last year' thing but I care not because my shearling-lined Billows floated in and onto my feet and I embraced the wobbleboard technology soles within seconds. Apparently this is the way to exercise your legs and glutes without knowing a thing about it, how good is that? Reduce plantar pain, even better.

Remember the 1960's excruciating agony of Dr Scholl's wooden exercise sandals? Crippled as your toes gripped that wooden sole for dear life because they were all the rage, look mine even had psychedelic flowers clipped on, but there was still no way I could run for the bus in them that's for sure. As you can see this was also my mum's hand-knitted aran jumper phase and don't miss my homemade velvet choker whatever you do. Don't laugh, that skirt and shirt came from Martin Ford's, anyone remember them? 28/- from my Saturday job in Woolworth's and I could afford an outfit in Martin Ford's and still have some left for trousers from Chelsea Girl.
I think I could probably walk miles in my Billows and catch many buses but my only mistake has been to mention the patent-pending triple density micro-wobbleboard insole element because this has unleashed a mass of Rolf Harris jokes along with several lines of Tie Me Kangaroo Down whenever I walk in the room, but I am impervious because my feet are quietly cocooned and in a condition of pure bliss.
I just can't decide the right way to wear them.
Fur up or fur down? Please advise.