Walk a Mile in My Shoes (Part 1)
Song:Walk a Mile in My Shoes (Tiga Mix)/Coldcut(Featuring Robert Owens)
Walk A Mile in My Shoes (Part 1)
It would be an interesting experiment to put shoes from people’s closets together like this and try to guess what they do for a living. I’d guess boring stripper/dominatrix from this collection, if it wasn’t my own. Seriously I took even neutrals to an extreme, which somehow seems paradoxical.
These are the shoes that I kept and didn’t sell (see Yard Sale/Soul Found blog for back story) either because they were $20 from Shoe Dazzle (coral wedges) they were too beat up (tan and black Chanel flats), or that I wore once (nude Fendi Lucite Cinderellas) and the consignment store would only sell them $50 (my cut would have been $26).
Yes, I have made many (many100th) stupid mistakes with money; however, selling those shoes for $26, would have just been another mistake. Regardless of how poor the judgment regarding price and style when purchasing, the end did not justify the means. Or, a lot of women (especially this woman) can justify almost anything, when it comes to shoes.
I was on a mission to get those Fendi Cinderella shoes; and, I’m sure you may be asking ‘why,’ go ahead judge away, don’t worry I am now too. Michelle, the lovely lady, who sold me approximately a pair of shoes a month for over three years, was as determined as I was to get those suckers.
That particular style, wood heel, Lucite platform, in that color were made in an extremely limited quantity (less than 100 world –according to Michelle); and, if you have patience (I do not) usually within 3 months there are some pretty good inspiration (not imitation) shoes from other designers for a lot less.
When they finally arrived in the store, Michelle had to beat other people off of them (clearly a lot of women in Scottsdale also had questionable taste when it came to those shoes-or Michelle told me that because no one else in their right mind would buy those).
Accidentally, the shoes shipped mismatched, the left size 36 and the right a 35 ½. I look for signs in everything, and my left foot is almost one ½ size larger than my right (pretty common from what I understand). The fact that my ‘dream shoes,’ named ‘Cinderella’ came in and fit me perfectly for my imperfection, well, walking away from all that ironic symbolism, would have just pissed off the shoe gods. And, pissing off the shoe gods would have meant a lifetime of never finding shoes in my size on sale, ever again (so dramatic). Couldn’t have that, could we?