Shoes are absolutely intoxicating. In a good way, although I suppose they definitely could be intoxicating in a bad way if they are old and sweaty. But I digress…
Since it’s the month of February and LOVE is in the air with Valentine’s Day just around the corner (and my birthday!) I thought I’d dedicate this blog post as an ode to one of my passions: Gorgeous Shoes.
Quite recently, I decided to collect shoes as though I were collecting inspiring pieces of art. Don’t get me wrong, I’d LOVE LOVE LOVE to have the money to purchase gorgeous paintings and exquisite sculpture, and I do splurge now and again on beautiful photographs I find on etsy.com and Deviant Art every now and agin. I also adore purchasing handmade jewelry my friend Holly's crafted and lovely smelling artisnal soaps from local shops.
But for me, a beautiful new pair of shoes is pure bliss. In my old life, I usually sufficed with worn Birkenstocks and tube socks. I was not the least bit interested in fashion really and I didn’t have time for adornments and accessories, sexy lingerie or even nice smelling shampoo or perfume. I was a VERY practical woman and considered myself lucky to squeeze a shower into my busy schedule and as long as my sweats were clean, I was happy. That was life with little children as a stay-at-home mom.
Perhaps discovering Sex in the City ignited my interest in shoes… suddenly I had role models who considered shoes a necessity, a requirement to enhance their independence, femininity and individuality. I studied Carrie Bradshaw’s footwear in every episode and lusted for sexy high heels like I never had before. Somehow, she helped me mentally justify my love for shoes.
When I started working downtown, I bought my first pair of kitten heels, not too high, not too daring, but they lifted my spirits and made me walk a little differently. After stumbling around a bit and teetering here and there, I figured out the rhythm of walking in heels and practiced swaying my hips and walking with a feminine swagger and a little more confidence.
I imagined I was channeling my inner Carrie.
Slowly but surely I’ve expanded my collection. I found silver sling back treasures at Nordstrom Rack and scouted discounted yellow espadrilles at Macy’s during sales. Gradually, I allowed myself the luxury of looking online at sites like J.Crew and I found blogs dedicated to fashion and footwear. I decided to allow myself a “snazzy shoe fund”, a little luxury money set aside to buy beautiful shoes every once in a while as a treat or for special occasions.
And now I am an addict.
I CRAVE the luxurious Yves St. Laurent Cage Heels
sexy-hip ankle boots
Stella McCartney Wedge Aqua Blue Pumps
and over the knee black suede boots
Our friend Joe was staying with us a few days ago and asked me for some romantic gift ideas to give his fiancé for Valentine’s Day. I couldn’t help but wax poetic about what a great nude stacked heel sandal can do for a woman’s libido and how a strappy jeweled sling back can make her heart race. He listened patiently as I described the perfect shoe, something sexy, something flattering, something a little daring (especially if it’s a gift from your love) I tried to paint a visual picture of elusive, elegant and luxurious high heels… perfect not just for Sue, but for almost all women. I told him as an added suave and romantic touch, that he could give her a pair of black stockings with seams or thigh high stockings as well.
and, who knows where else her slinky new Valentine Shoes will take them!
*All glorious shoe images The Cherry Blossom Girl