4 posts tagged “shoes”
new shoes arrived today!
they are gorgeous!
they hurt like all get out!
i'll need a couple days to make them feel good!
i can't run in them!
they're taller than i thought!
i heart them.
I have these shoes. I can't find a picture of them online, and they've effectively crippled me, so I'm not getting out of bed to snap a candid of them. I can offer you a brief description:
They go by the name of Kabibe, but I haven't the foggiest what that means. They're dark brown with criss-crossed strips of leather (of the same color) that weave across the top of my toes. Closed-toe. Of the d'orsay family of shoes. I'd wager the heel is 3.5 to 4 inches in height, stiletto of course. Pointy. Pretty. Not functional.
I've been tripping around the office in these shoes, as opposed to boldly wandering in the free world with them on, With that kind of construction, I honestly have no desire to pit my questionable ability to walk against the known ability for my feet to be mangled by pain.
Today I walked outside the comfort of carpet and tile. Today I went to have pho for lunch because the wind was redonkulous and it was cold and I wanted comfort food and no two-bit hooker was going to stop me and I was too hungry to change into my sensible loafers. So, today I got stuck.
The tiny stiletto wedged itself into the crack in the sidewalk so that I was immobile and floundering for a good three to five seconds. I totally waved my hands crazy-like while trying to dislodge myself. It was not unlike an incident two months ago where I got both my shoes stuck in awkward angles because I dared to walk across a grate. Although that time was arguable worse because I had to depend upon the aid of my friend's arm and frame to un-stick my stilettos and rescue my shoes with not too much embarassment.
Dash it all.
What happened to the days when a stiletto was simply a weapon to brandish? Who the fuck thought it would be cute to see grown fucking women teetering around on them? I think they're aesthetically pleasing, but damme if I know why.
I'll need to take a picture when I'm able to move again.
I went to work this morning in a sweatshirt, swishy red pants and flip flops. I wore flip flops in spite of the 30 degree weather because I park ten feet from the door and can run into my office without a care. I did not anticipate coming outside four hours later to find my car covered in a layer of snow and more coming down! That's snow on the ground too. I don't have weather appropriate shoes anywhere. Not in my office. In my office I have my current favorite pumps, my green heels, and black sandals that I had the forefront of this picture. In my car? Two more pairs of flip flips and tan suede hush puppies. It's important to note that I took the weather-perfect boots out of my car a couple months ago because I didn't think I'd need them in a pinch. These, are the boots in question:
Anyhow, in spite of wintry mix and my inappropriately shod feet -- my mother would have a field day -- I decided to proceed with my plan to go to the grocery. I failed at getting beets last week. I would not fail this week!
This was suicide.
It's already stupid to go to this particular grocery on a weekend, but on a tepidly snowy day too? Everyone would be there fighting over milk, bread, toilet paper and booze. I didn't care.
My haul: my beets! (two organic bunches, with dirt no less!), brussel sprouts, lemons, escarole, picholines, two bottles of Gewürztraminer, Atlantic salmon, Pepsi, spanikopita and mushroom puffs. I am not impervious to impulse buys. And don't worry, I'm not cooking any of these items together. Well, maybe the salmon and lemons, but nothing else.
Meanwhile, you can't imagine the looks I got mincing into the store with the footwear I had on. I would have been better off with the pumps. But I wasn't going to ruin any leather this day. They could forget it. I was the epitome of the idiot kid who thought they could handle the weather -- you know that kid waiting for the bus on the corner in shorts and hatless in the middle of January. Whatever. Everyone else was in parkas.
Nonetheless. I have my beets. :)
I've taken pictures of my shoes. I'm not dealing with the outfit. My dress is in a puddle on my floor. But my shoes are here. And me. It's me in a puddle on my bed yesterday feeling like death and looking kind of like it. The orange fixed me a little, but I'm still crooked.
