When it comes to things like food, I find it's better to stick with what you know. For example, from the time I could order my own food until about two years ago, I got chicken fingers at pretty much every restaurant I went to. I like it. Chicken fingers are pretty much the same everywhere. I know I won't order them and be disappointed. Sometimes the sauces that these establishments boast of are very disappointing, but that's really another story. Now I'm a vegetarian and I get a veggie (btw, I hate the word "veggie") burger everywhere I go. Also another story.
Same theory pretty much applies to shoes. I like what I like. Which is mainly sandals, because otherwise my feet feel claustrophobic. If I can't wiggle my toes around, I get a little crazy. I may not let on, but on the inside I'm like AHHHHHHHHH THIS IS MAKING ME FEEL SO TRAPPPPPPED. No one really knows this, because I just have a lot of self-control. So far. I don't particularly like heels, except to try on for a few minutes and strut around in (with a crown on, duh). I can also tolerate heels if I'm going to an event that is primarily sitting down. Otherwise, no thank you. I also never learned to dance (well, dance how I like to dance) wearing heels, so I think that's a pretty big restriction to put on yourself. Who knows when you need to dance? Or wiggle your toes?
But now that I live in a not Florida place, my footwear is changing. Not so much by choice...but when the weather changes, so do your shoes. I recently purchased my second pair of boots EVER (not including rainboots) and I really like them so far! I can wiggle in them. And they are comfortable. Also, California does what I like to call the leggings and anything combo, and boots happen to complement that rather well.
You likesies? I likesies. I get lots of compliments on them and 1.) They’re not real leather, which I am actually trying to avoid as I don’t like the idea of wearing skin that belonged elsewhere once, and 2.) As a result, they were very cheap!
Cool. So now I have some bootskies, which is really fun and new for me. I feel like I’m gonna go prance off like a little english riding horse when I wear them. (Weird I feel like the horse, and not the actual person riding the horse, which I think is the style these boots are trying to imitate. Whatever. You can’t question impulse. At least they’re not made from horse skin.)
So ANYWAY, now that I am satisfied with my boots that don’t make me want to rip off my footwear, I focused on finding some flats I L-O-V-E. Because in my opinion, you have to L-O-V-E your shoes! They’re like an extension of your body. Love yourself, Love your shoes. But the thing is, I already have flats I love. I love them. I lovelove them. They are the most comfortable things I have ever worn. And they make me feel like a ballerina to the extent that I actually practice ballet in them. Or rather, what I think ballet is, which may or may not be close to the real thing. They are also filthy. Because I loved them so much. You know how when you’re a little kid, your mom won’t buy you white sneakers because you’ll get them dirty the first ten minutes of recess? And all kid shoes eventually end up filthy because apparently they spend all free time in dirt? And then you grow up a little, and your shoes don’t get so dirty anymore, so you buy white sneakers because now you run inside a gym where dirt is sought out and eliminated because it causes things like MRSA. We all know what I’m talking about. Except these ballet flats look like I spend a lot of time on playgrounds. But they were only like $15 so I really don’t mind buying new ones. And then I can wear my other ones on the playground for REAL, perhaps.
ONLY PROBLEM IS, THEY NO LONGER SELL THEM.
I.am.devastated. To the point that I actually wrote Target a letter, begging whatever customer service representative receives it to pleeeeeeeeeeease restock them. I really hope they listen. Funny thing is, I remember when I bought them I was like,
FIFTEEN DOLLARS? For these shoes I already love so much and I am just in the store? I WILL GLADLY PAY THAT. And then this little voice inside me said, Emily, maybe you should get another pair. Maybe….you should get….five other pairs.
But I ignored it.
Moral of the story: When you like what you like, you should definitely buy in bulk.
Oh, also, here is a picture of my beloved flats. THEY LOOK PRETTIER IN PERSON. (Well, mine don’t now. Because of the filth. But they did once. Also, I really like parentheses this post, eh?)
