The biggest temper tantrum I ever threw as a kid was in pursuit of red, sparkly Dorothy shoes. My mom pointed out that I wouldn’t be allowed to wear them with my school uniform and I pointed out that the intensity of my screaming was just about enough to make an entire store consider mass suicide. Obviously, I did not go home with the shoes of my dreams that day. But they did show up a month or so later for my birthday, and we had the happiest of happy days together. Never mind that they were totally blister-inducing and my insistence on wearing them to the park resulted in unattractive, glitterless spots before long. We were still happy. Eventually, as all good things do, my time with the Dorothy shoes came to an end, rapidly growing feet to blame. Little did my mother know as she gratefully tossed the then-ruined shoes that I’d spend the next 12 years or so one-upping them. Join me on the yellow brick road. [$128, Ted Baker, Asos]