I was talking to one of my favorite people the other night. Basically N said, “Lighten up Francis. Stop getting so deep.” I tried to come up with another line from “Stripes” but when I couldn’t I knew what N meant. I was completely in my head, and I knew that I had to cease thinking.
So what do I do when I need to shut off my brain?
Clothes or organizing.
I have been preparing my capsule wardrobe this year, and as spring is approaching (in NYC anyway- I hear other parts of the country are expecting snow) and I was working on shoes. When I took down the box of spring shoes I realized I hated the three pairs of spring flats that I own.
Hated all three.
To the point of, what was I thinking when I bought these shoes.
They are all flat and black. One has a really pointy toe and was reminiscent of those Mia shoes that we all wore in the 80’s. So maybe it was nostalgia that pushed me and those shoes to the cash register. I loved the 80’s. I loved those shoes back in the day. But through the lens of a woman of a certain age, these shoes were ugly and uncomfortable. Why do I want to wear pointy toe shoes? Especially because these were supposed to be comfortable walking around shoes. Who can walk around in a pointy toe without wincing in pain? Certainly not me. And ugly. Did I mention ugly. Donate.
The next pair are flat and have a peep toe. What is it between me and funky toe shoes? In my mind I think, well, if I need to wear flat shoes because flat shoes are more comfortable for walking around, then I might as well find ones with a little flourish. Flourish? Ha. Sure, these cute peep toes with the little rhinestone embellishment might look cute, but they are deathtraps. Deathtraps. Your toes don’t know quite where to go- are they supposed to be in the shoe? Are they supposed to peek out of the shoes? And them you get blisters and cuts on really odd parts of your feet. Donate.
The final pair confound me. They are a simple ballet flat. For the record, I love a black ballet flat for spring. They are my favorite spring shoe. Rounded toe. Cute without being overly fussy. Makes me pretend I’m Audrey Hepburn for a few minutes. And when I found these little ballet flats on sale, I thought I hit the mother load. They were soft and squishy, lightweight. I thought they were the perfect walking around shoe. Except…soft and squishy seems great. And it is great. In a household slipper. When you are walking on forgiving floors, soft and squishy is the way to go. But walking miles on city streets? Sidewalks. Concrete. The occasional cobblestone or brick? Well, then soft and squishy is a veritable death sentence for your feet. I ended up with blisters on my heels so big I no longer had an actual heel. And the pain. OMG the pain my feet would be in after wearing these shoes. Soaking them in cold water to bring down the inflammation of the soles of my feet. Donate to my worst enemy.
So how did I end up with three of the worst pairs of shoes ever?
Form and function jumbled up in my brain. I don’t always like the thought of getting older. I sometimes long for my younger days when I could wear anything on my feet and be fine. And since shoes are way more forgiving than clothes, I thought I could retain some of my youth via shoes.
Sometimes you have to accept reality for what it is. I walk around a lot and my feet hurt if I don’t wear comfortable shoes suited to walking around. I might need to push form to the side a little bit more. Or I have to figure out ways of finding cute, comfy shoes.
So I donated the three worst pairs of black flats ever. My spring shoe wardrobe is a pair of white canvas sneakers, calf high black moto boots, grey toms and a shoe to be named later. I am presently searching for a comfortable ballet flat that can be worn when I need to be a little more dressed up. And when I want to feel like Audrey Hepburn.