Purchased: Neiman Marcus
Work Wearability: None
Notes: I was going to tell you about the fantastic deal I got on these (this last year has been amazing for shoe deals, if less so for other investments), but honestly, that’s going to get pretty old pretty fast. So it’s a good thing I wore these to my cousin Beth’s wedding on Saturday.
The wedding (which was lovely) was held at a winery in Livermore (surprisingly lovely), just down the street from Lawrence Livermore National Lab (not known for its loveliness, but not relevant to the topic at hand). The ceremony took place on a lawn near the vineyards, with a grand view over the valley, marred only slightly by the wheeling turkey vultures. But, like the lab, the carrion birds are not part of this story; the lawn is. Because, being grass on sod, it was somewhat soft, and despite my focused attempts to keep my weight on the balls of my feet, when we stood up to cheer the bride and groom on their way back down the aisle, I could feel the slow, inevitable sinking of my heels into the sod. And I managed to catch myself before I tipped over backwards onto my folding chair, but the damage was done: my lovely shoes were, for the moment, Prada lawn ornaments. Which wouldn’t have been quite the problem if I hadn’t been sitting in the second row, and the ceremony was over, and the guests were following the (quite proper) tradition of leaving in the order of seating. Which meant that everyone behind me had to wait until I had yanked my shoes out of the turf and reapplied them to my feet before they could proceed to the reception and its very generous bartenders. So that was less than ideal.
On the other hand, I’m just glad I didn’t go for my alternate choice in footwear. I’d probably still be there.