I'm having a moment where owning a pair of heels feels more important and practical than actually wearing them. For one, I don’t have to worry about breaking my ankles when just owning a pair and looking at their architectural beauty will suffice. Two, I worry too much about what people think. I'll leave it at that.
This past week, I’ve taken on the persona of natural wearer of heels. Like many women I have grown a collection over the years. Shoe boxes take up important floor space in our bedroom. It's an eyesore, but what lies within is the treasure.
With the weather being a total summer Debbie (the ailment otherwise known as June-uary here in Vancouver), I have felt an increased inclination to wear my fancy shoes instead of let them waste away in their little white boxes. I want to get my #30wears out of them while I still can and I don’t want to be stuck in an October deluge wondering why I didn’t take the chance when I could.
The Shoes: Nude patent leather Manolo Blahniks.
I do things backwards. I wear my fancy shoes on the way to work, change into a comfortable pair I can dash to and from the office printer in and then wear my fancy shoes to leave work. So I wore my shoes on my break to lunch and acquired two lovely blisters, two on one foot. This is going to be a challenge.
Didn’t make it to work in heels because of the aforementioned orthopedic woe, but wore a pair out to drinks with George.
The Shoes: Copper and leather sandals by Sam Edelman.
I have a thing for single-soled heels. They look so delicate and refined, but they hurt like a mother effer. Such is life. I got home from drinks, peeled them off my feet and went to bed. Dreams of pillowy soft Nike sneakers danced in my head.
Didn’t make it to work in heels, but wore a pair out to complete an outfit worn to my mum-in-law’s birthday dinner at Cincin.
The Shoes: The blush version of the Lovisa pump by Alexander Wang.
Today it rained. And instead of cringing at the possibility that my shoes were going to separate, sole from upper, I wore them with gumption and guess what – they’re fine.
The Shoes: The blush Lovisa pumps by Alexander Wang.
They were just sitting on my floor looking pretty from the night before so I gave them another whirl.
The Shoes: Black suede Manolo Blahniks
These were my first expensive shoe purchase a few years ago and they have proven to be worthy. It looks on the verge of rain today but after discovering the handy suede brush I’m not worried about putting these shoes in jeopardy. We’ll see how the day pans out. Blisters have conveniently subsided.
The Shoes: Red Castaner espadrille wedges – the perfect summer weekend “heel”.
I ended up at home for the most of the day but went to the office to put in some weekend work (aka the stuff I didn’t finish on Friday). Wore these amazingly comfortable heels and alas no blisters! Shoe laces around the ankle are a different story.
The Shoes: Silver leather Swedish Hasbeen clogs.
Yes, I wore clogs. These are actually very comfortable and made for an intelligent shoe/heel choice to walk around West Broadway whilst scoping out Greek Days and eating Hellenistic donuts.
Week of wearing heels has made me far more comfortable donning a pair and not reserving them solely (heh) for special occasions. My main point of concern for wearing heels a week straight were the comments that commonly go along with looking "dressed up“. Remarks like, "you look so fancy today – what’s the occasion?” usually go along with looking presentable. You go anywhere else in the world and looking nice and dressed up is a form of good manners, Tom Ford even said it.
What’s my beef with such remarks? It makes me feel like when I want to look nice there needs to be a reason. Anything reason for being dressed up besides a wedding or birthday is rare and will be pointed out. Vancouver has this West Coast casual thing going on lately where heels have fallen by the wayside. Where stilettos once resided, Birkenstocks have impinged. This experiment has resulted in a welcoming attitude towards heels and a decreased preoccupation with the opinions of others on the degree of how fancy I look. I won't be giving up my sneakers anytime soon, though. I might need them when the going gets tough, a special occasion isn't on the horizon, and pinching patent leather stilettos have prevented me from being a heel girl.