Have I expressed my full rage at having thrown out my deep plum velvet peep-toe heels? Well, let me express it now. After holding on to them for about 8 or 9 years—I bought them at Aldo in Cambridge right before a blow-out fall party—I decided last winter that I would “never” wear them again and that they kind of looked too drag queen for me to pull off. Lo and behold, fashion decides to throw me a curve ball and guess what? EVERYTHING this fall/winter revolves around velvet, platforms and peep-toes. WHO KNEW? Obviously, not me. I wish there were some sort of hotline you could call before throwing anything away, something like astrology for the wardrobe. I imagine it would read like this:
“Though you have seen several seasons with little wear and tear, this is your season Velvet shoe! Take full advantage of the over-priced Vuitton version of yourself and gloat. This season is all about you!”
Something like that. It really makes me peeved. I mean, I am such a *sort-of* pack rat that I throw nothing away. And, the one thing I do part with has the nerve to come back with a vengeance?? I shake my fist at you fashion fate. Granted, wearing them made me about 6’1, so maybe it’s for the best. I already have been labeled “Most Likely to Wear Insensible Shoes” by everyone I know, so why push the envelope. Speaking of (in)sensible shoes, I went to DSW this weekend determined to buy some sporty sport shoes. Of course, the only ones I liked were about $85, so I broke down and bought these Mary Jane-ish brown suede sporty shoes. I just felt so unexcited about. Daryl convinced me they were cool and hip and cute, so I broke down. However, I have to remember that his sensibilities are based on Euro-females, not Ameri-females. Which means, he is more prone to seeing women in sporty-tech shoes, not sophisticated shoes. Anyway, while trying to convince myself that the sporty shoes were good and sensible, I spotted a pair of olive suede platform Bass (!) loafers and I had to buy them to counter the sporty shoe. They are super cute and I don’t care if I look like a teacher from 1963, I am going to rock those suede loafers!
It’s kind of strange to me, because I’m pretty sensible about most things in my life, but when it comes to shoes it all goes completely out the window. I’ve also noticed that my entire gauge of “comfortable” has changed. In fact, wearing any sort of sporty shoe usually gives me a blister. My real triumph occurred (fittingly) on a trek up to the Acropolis wearing platform sandals (after much haranguing from my mother, who BTW, used to wear shoes so high and pointy she could poke a person's eye out), when my mother in her sensible white “Hello! I’m an American Power Walker!” tennis shoes slipped and fell. I walked upright. Or, the time I wore my three-inch red snakeskin (but so not the tacky boot you might be imagining) boots while we traipsed through Monmarte. Take that sporty Euro-shoe wearers!
Then again, I did have a platform-sandal-related trail of tears experience in Chicago with Christine and her sister and brother-in-law, so I shouldn’t get too uppity. And, I could never fully appreciate “Lost In Translation” because my black stiletto boots had encased my foot in such a way that the arch of my foot cramped and I spent most of the “affair” rubbing my foot and wishing the movie would be over already.
Okay, enough about shoes.
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