My daughter Erin brought up a pair of shoes on July 4th when the family got together here in Sonoma. She wanted my opinion. She was worried they looked too “old” for her. She did her fashion show for me. I think I figured out how she was viewing them. They didn’t have actual heels, just a platform. (And they look like shoes I wear!)
She said, “You try them.” So I did. My shoe choices have gotten more and more narrow. I can’t get lift with heeled shoes. But I can from platforms. I can wear this style for hours.
She said, “Well, I’ll leave them with you until I decide.”
So last week I decided to give them a try. I’d walk a mile in them before rallying to adopt them on a permanent basis. In my heart of hearts I knew they were right for me. They’re patent leather. I love sheen, shine, or luster.
Starting with my shoes
Thursday morning I woke up knowing it was a no-bright, no high contrast day of dressing for me. I was in a quiet, soft, dusty sort of mood. Blush shoes were a good start.
I pulled out a linen wide leg pant. It’s kind of gray, kind of slate blue, kind of a mystery color. Perfect.
I added a silk sleeveless Theory top. Simple. Plain. Matte. Quiet. Buff.
Finding the right jacket
I searched through my closet for jackets or cardigans. It was slim pickings. I’ve been yearning for blush colored clothing pieces and that’s what I’d have reached for if I had it. I put on my Prada Chico’s jacket. (Sorry, I always think of it as my Prada jacket. The handiwork at the neckline seems so Prada to me.) I decided to snap it closed so the Theory top peeked out beyond the jacket’s edge. I liked that the longer top would cover my butt in the back.
Note: Russ said, “I love those pants on you. They make your butt look great.” I didn’t expect to get more butt comments than his. I felt assured my outfit was still on the down low.
This jacket looks like a watercolor print (or tie-dye). It has sheen (woo hoo!) and the colors-cocoa brown, medium blue and white-aren’t bright. It was almost not quite quiet enough for me but I was willing to compromise. Besides, I didn’t have other choices that worked!
I added my leather strung silver “B” necklace and my newly gifted fab bracelet: a bangle in a soft ivory/blush color with blond wood detail. I wore a pearl and moonstone ring (quiet) and simple brushed silver earrings (no design, quiet). I added my cat eye glasses from Uber Optics.
I walked a mile in her shoes
So after walking a mile in Erin’s shoes while we worked with our client, she made a comment. “Maybe I should try them again–with my boot cut jeans.”
I decided to work some reverse psychology on her. “Sure, you should. If they don’t work for you, let me know, I might be interested,” I said in a very neutral voice.
It’s been over 72 hours. No word yet. I’m getting impatient.
Come on. You want me to have these shoes, right? She should too! I birthed her…on an Easter Sunday. She was breach. It was a little tough. I gave her shelter and food for years and years…for free.
She should give me these shoes, shouldn’t she?
It’s only fair. Please vote for me, okay?