Let’s talk about secret weapons.
Actually, scratch that. A secret weapon is only useful if you actually use it, and that can get messy. So let’s talk about weapons everybody knows you have, which are a lot more fun. Also, let’s acknowledge that what we’re really talking about are shoes.
Recently, I had a fancy-shoe epiphany*. In a moment of clarity, I realized that, as fun as it is to have beautiful, expensive dress shoes, you** just don’t have that many opportunities to wear them. So you end up inventing excuses for overdressing, culminating in the time you show up at work wearing a hat, because you just bought a hat*** and you are suddenly aware that you have no idea where to wear it.
What I’m saying is, fancy shoes are even better for everyday wear. Yes, they are expensive, even if you buy them on sale in Las Vegas and only briefly freak out that someone has stolen your credit card, when in fact you dropped it at the last store, but the price per use is going to be much better than if you spent less on something sparkly. (Not that I have anything against things that are sparkly.) Also, if you have shopped wisely, they should be well-made and nicely balanced, making them relatively comfortable for the heel height. At least these are.
But really, let’s not kid ourselves. This post is not about quality craftsmanship or value for money. It is about going out to lunch and having someone recognize you by the soles of your shoes, and it is about walking into any store you choose and getting exactly zero crap from the salespeople, even if you are clearly just browsing to kill time. And it is about feeling like you are fabulous even if the rest of your outfit is from Target, because you know it’s true.
We are living in a material world, and I am damn good at it.
*Are there other kinds? I hadn’t noticed.
3 thoughts on “Shoesday: The Everyday Louboutins”
This is a brilliant idea. (I don't take any crap from salespeople even when I'm wearing my silly vegan shoes, though. You can't buy attitude.)
Right. I didn't mean to imply that fancy shoes were the only method of salesperson-crap prevention, just that they can be a convenient shortcut for those of us born with a tragic attitude-deficiency. We do what we must.
Love those shoes. WANT.