So there is nothing like a pair of sexy shoes to elevate my mood. Thing is, with my well-documented foot issues, the traditional elements of the sexy shoe have been unwearable to me. And yet. With the help of my professionally fabulous friend Olga I found a pair that I can wear.
They are totally flat, have an enclosed heel, and are wide enough for my particular foot shape.
Of course even so I need to make certain modifications. After two years exclusively in pillowy sneakers with socks it’s a big shift to go hard-soled and strappy.
But man, it’s worth it.
I wore them yesterday with a slightly elevated jersey pajama look and got about 10,000 compliments. Not on the shoes, only a couple of people noticed the shoes specifically. I got compliments on the whole look.
I know it was the shoes though, because the shoes made me smile. The shoes made me swagger in a way that is just different from the swagger one musters in pillow sneakers. And I like to swagger.
So I’m fired up for spring. I’ll have to do the math on exactly how much I can wear these things before bleeding and/or skeletal agony ensue, but I’m willing. Whatever that completely personal algorithm of discomfort-to-desired projected identity-to new shoe smiley feeling is, these meet it. I’m gonna keep going!