Today, the Good Girls want to know: What are my favorite shoes? So I'm taking a break from my normal pensive, have-I-stumbled-onto-the-meaning-of-life-yet, sort of posts to join in and tell them.
First, you have to realize, I am a horrible shopper. I rarely end up liking my clothes after the first wearing. You'd think after so many times, I would figure out what I am doing wrong and stop doing it. But, no. I heard a friend say once, "If I could afford to dress like I want to, people would be very impressed." That's sort of how I feel. In my head, I have great taste. In reality, not so much. The only exception is shoes. Felicity once described me in an essay as the girl who can pull off the shoes that she only wishes she could. Isn't that a lovely compliment? I had a pair of gigantic burgundy platform sandals at the time, and she said I looked great in them - like a Barbie doll I think she said (or was it that they would have looked like cheap Barbie doll shoes if she wore them? I can't remember, but it was a compliment to me anyway). Michael hated those shoes. I don't normally like to wear something my husband (self-proclaimed epitomizing of the song "Simple Man" by Leonard Skinnard) wouldn't like - no matter how cool it is, but I draw the exception with shoes because it's all I've got, Man. At least I'm good at that. Mostly because cheap can still look trendy. I always get asked things like, "Are those comfortable? (i.e., "Those can't possibly be comfortable"), and I always answer with, "I don't understand the question", or "Is that some kind of prerequisite for footwear?" or sometimes, "No. Not even a little bit." But I love them!
I haven't really indulged this gift in a while. One of the pairs that always leads to the above question is now missing part of the sole, and I do actually get a back ache when I stand in them too long. I was completely panicked about this because I thought my happy shoe days were over and that I had finally gotten too old for it, but Felic pointed out the sole problem, and all was once again right with the world.
Because it's been a while, these sandals are the only ones in my closet that come close to reflecting my relationship with interesting shoes. They're pretty old, but I still love strapping them on. I always feel cuter once I do, and actually, yea - they're almost comfortable.
5 comments:
I took a break from the serious, too. Just wait until you see how different our shoes are!
Wait? So shoes aren't the meaning of life?! I'm so confused!!!
These shoes are rockin'. As you can see with my post, I take some risks in this department too.
And I love that you call them happy shoes. It reminds me of my "insta-dress," which is the dress I can wear anywhere, wad into a ball and it never wrinkles, and it still makes me look good.
Well, they might not be the meaning of life. Neither are Thursdays, the movies from my cabinet at home, or the view from my front windows, but I usually write about these things very pensively as IF I might stumble onto the meaning of life through the study of them.
Those shoes are totally cute. And I'm glad you don't listen to your husband on this one. If shoes make you feel good, wear them proudly.
I like shoes. Matt gets worried anytime we are near Shoe Carnival. :-) I guess my favorite pair right now are my black Eastland casuals I bought to trek around in Kazakhstan. They have been the best shoes ever for comfort and go with anything looks. I paid more for them too, which I guess is why they have held up well and are so comfy. I am currently waiting for a new pair of Christmas snow boots! Yeah!
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