More from life in the casual lane...to sneak or not to sneak?

Good morning, Tuesday...staring at all the crap in my apartment and wondering how it will all get on a truck and go north. No idea.

Other than that, I wanted to share more thoughts from the work at home front- and talk to you about that most casual of footwear- sneakers. Sneakers and I have had a troubled past- many years ago while in college, a French boyfriend of mine told me sneakers were "only for ze gym" and that wearing them dans la rue was strictly off limits. Though my relationship with him went nowhere (he wore an ascot once and that was the end),I found myself heeding his unkind and critical words for the rest of my life, and only wore sneakers to work out. In secret, I yearned to wear them otherwise, jealous of all the fly girls that could make them look cute, knowing that I truly was not one of them. Somehow I felt like a clown wearing them to hang out- and I went the route of ballet flats in terms of comfortable and flat shoes. I never felt sexy in them either, more like a gym teacher who decided to go to clown college. But today is a different day.

As my life has taken on a more homeward bound direction, I've reconsidered. And I've bought a pair of sneakers- and I kind of live for them. And they are sexy, in that tough scrappy way I have come to adore.  They're Ash, that Italian brand that makes overpriced kicks that look cool- mine are distressed and awesome and of the high top variety.

A few years back, I tried to rock a pair of Y3's and still felt weird. These new guys are fabulous and chic and just the right amount of cool to wear outside of the gym. And don't think I didn't notice on last year's trip to Paris the number of elegant French women in low top Converse, and Supergas. (MK and Ashley are now the creative directors of the latter, so should get interesting). And lately I've also been craving some old school Adidas shell toes, but still working my way up to those- thinking they could look very cute with short dresses, or skinny jeans. For those, I think you may need to be the modely type- tall and willowy and the ultimate study in streety goodness. I may fail on that front...

And speaking of model types, it seems every last one of those genetically blessed girls is rocking the new Isabel Marant sneaker, raised on a bit of a wedge (they come in different colors, but these seem the most sane). I can't decide if I love these or hate them, but I'm well aware of the irony that they were created by a Frenchwoman. Oh and Lanvin has been doing sneaks for several seasons, with great success. So take that, ex boyfriend, wherever you are. It's clear sneakers are having a bit of a rethink, and for those of you that can't bear the thought of them, think again. I know they're going to come in handy on walks around the 718. I'm all for the democratization of my wardrobe to accommodate my ever shifting life, so I'm willing to give sneakers a go. Cause that's what's up this pumped up kicks kind of Tuesday in the MIA. One week, baby loves. One week. XO

PS- I had kind of a crappy morning this am. You have no idea how much this blog is like therapy for me, so thanks for reading...warms my heart. Now go get some sneakers and get on with it...here is  a link to the Ash site. You're welcome, most of you know them already but if you don't know, you better recognize, and they're doing that wedge thing too:

http://www.ashfootwearusa.com/