Way back in the '80's, I owned some great shoes.
Not terribly expensive, but they were some real lookers, baby!
I wore red heels, white heels, black heels. Black heels. Black heels.
Boots. Leather boots. With heels. Brown. Black. Black. Black.
You get the picture.
Upon checking my email this afternoon, I found heels waiting for me from Anthropologie.
These luscious heels:
And these high, funky wedges.
I wore wedges, too.
Sometimes the shoes hurt my feet...but that didn't stop me from wearing the beauties. No sir, they looked great and I knew that eventually, I'd break them in and the blisters and callouses would be well-worth it! Because fashion knows no boundaries.
Just take a look at these cute little multi-colored shoes below. I am in love.
I swore that I would always wear heels, no matter what! No sensible shoes for me!
Then I grew up and have taken a different view on the whole fashion-shoe debate.
Heels. Pretty to look at, but so dysfunctional.
Now these, these are shoes that you can live in!
So practical, so utilitarian.
I think they even come in black!
Would it be too gauche of me to wear them to a formal social function?
I didn't think so.