As the 90's came to a close, I left the work force and swore off heels and pantyhose for life. I still enjoy a good looking shoe, but my closet is filled with comfort. For everyday wear -
When the weather is a bit cooler it's all about the Uggs.
For walking, I only wear Brooks.
For most anything in between, I can get along with these Kalso Earth Mary Janes. (A brand I have loved since the 70's)
If you haven't guessed by now, I am a rather casual gal. Even my dressiest occasions are pretty tame. Enter The Princess' pending nuptials. Now I joked (a lot) in the beginning that I was just going to buy a new pair of jeans and a white hoodie pullover to wear at the wedding - it is my signature look. I have been rockin' it since junior high. You can tell that's a long time because junior high doesn't even exist anymore. Now everyone goes to middle school.
While I was 'joking' I was a little hopeful that maybe my plan would be okay. It was not. So I found a dress that I liked (and was approved by the bride-to-be) and a pair of shoes.
Cute, but not really comfortable. It has been a l-o-n-g time since I have worn heels of any sort. I told myself I would put them on and wear them every day while I made the bed. Just enough walking to hopefully become accustomed to wearing them by the big day. Just putting them on made my feet hurt, so they stayed in the box in the closet.
So I ordered these beauties . . .
Aye chi mama! Like Cinderella's Ugly Step-sisters, I couldn't even begin to squeeze my feet into them. Back they went. And I ordered these -
Better(ish) but they squeezed the toes on my right (and larger foot) in a way that made me squint funny. Is this the face I want immortalized for all time in the wedding photos? Maybe. Hubby and The Princess both really like them - as do I, except for the discomfort. I just planned to suck it up in the name of making everyone happy. But as the day draws nearer, I found I could NOT stay off of zappos.com
Yesterday these beauties arrived on our doorstep.
They are cute. They fit. They don't hurt. And I love them! Oh . . . and they make me 6' tall. Guess what I was wearing when I vacuumed this morning? I only have a month to learn to walk gracefully while trying to not get a nosebleed from the lack of oxygen at those giddy heights.