Hi, Thursday...one day closer to the weekend, and it's on. Yes it is.
So the world may or not be ending on Saturday- if it does, it would not at all surprise me really. I prefer it doesn't though. I've still got some stuff to do. Like talk to you about shoes, for instance. And ponder The Terminator's choice of mistress...of all the choices...the mind puzzles.
But back to shoes. In the interest of full disclosure, though I appreciate a good shoe, I'm not exactly a "shoe girl". Purse girl? Absolutely. Product whore? Unabashedly so. But shoe gal? Meh. Sure, I'll post about a fabulous pump or wedge once in a while (I do still have lady parts, after all), but I can't ever think of a reason to spend a fortune on a pair of Miu Mius.
The reason for my general shoe apathy is multifold. For starters, I'm a huge klutz. If I am feeling wobbly in my shoes, I am feeling unstable in general, and to me that's just no good. After living in NYC for as long as I did, I am more partial to flats because you simply never knew when you might need to run. Fast. I am the type of girl that needs to feel grounded, so flats were always more my thing. That and the fact that I like to be as close to barefoot as much as I possibly can, one of the big bonuses of living in Miami is I can rock a pair of K. Jacques thongs all year round. Nothing wrong with that...and flats are unbearably chic, this much I can tell you.
Another reason I am not a big shoe gal is that my mother often told me that I am "hard on shoes" and that I tend to destroy them. I can't argue, so a $600 pair of pumps would not be well maintained on my feet. And then of course, there's the comfort issue.
I have a huge thing about comfort. I am not in any way saying I am going to rock a sensible shoe any time soon. It's just that if I feel constricted, pinched, or in pain in any way in the general area of my footsies I can't suffer it. In my mind, there is nothing worse than painful shoes- and trust me, slapping a big designer label on them (Jimmy Choo, etc.) does not guarantee comfort. Like, in any way. So comfort is key for me, and that's that.I recently had my closets organized by a brave young woman who remarked "you're not much of a shoe gal, are you"? This after she had schlepped about 100 purses to and fro and tried to make sense of my extensive collection of vintage prints and my signature black dresses, which all basically look the same to the untrained eye(but oh so different, as we know).
But I will share with you my favorite spot for comfortable heels, and since I'm not willing to spend a lot of money on shoes (I have purses to buy, mind you), I am happy to seek out heels and platforms that don't hurt in the feet or pocketbook departments. If you want comfort and moderate prices, look no further than Nine West. I have to say, every time I pass one, I generally look around, because their shoes are ridiculously freaking comfortable, especially for high heels. A recent stop in the Nine West in New York City yielded me a fabulous pair of stacked heel sandals that have me wondering how I've ever lived without them, and for about $50, my purchase was guilt free. They are chic, but also comfortable beyond recognition for high heels. You must go there if you are looking for some cute heels for summer- and since I trash all my shoes anyway, I don't mind going the less high-end route. You shouldn't either. Then again, if judgement day is upon us, maybe you can splurge a little? Or maybe you need some footwear that allows for a run away from the rapture, glamourously and comfortably of course.
Apocalypse or no apocalypse, that's my take on shoes, peeps. And I'm sticking to it. Nine West, people, Nine West. Can't go wrong...and that's what's up this moderately well heeled Thursday in the MIA. XO