After happily spending many languid summer days either barefoot on the beach or in the Birkenstock du jour, Fall came crashing in and ruined it. A harsh reminder that fall gets chilly, duh, and closed-toe options are the only way to go, I felt obligated to check in on my shoes and see how they are doing hidden away in their shoe boxes. The dilemma? As you know, Fall is a seasonal transition , ugly flats abound, and as I am now used to flats, going for broke and pulling a Carrie Bradshaw moment might not be the ticket this time around.
Shoe shopping, for me, is never an option. It is a necessity that I pull the trigger on a few new pairs each season whether it be a pair of black boots, a pair of fresh heels, and obligatory loafers. I even considered, if only for a minute, the Stella McCartney clunky-soled brogue that have been infiltrating the streets since Fashion Week.
But as luck has it, at press time, they are almost sold-out everywhere. Except a few left here.
This habit, of buying a few pairs of shoes each season would make complete sense if I A. wear them more than twice, and B. love how I feel in them but in spite of less-than-favorable results, I’m more concerned with the psychological aspect here. I am a fool for fashion, and although I tell myself I am not going to break my own rules, I ultimately cave. And what happens to those star shoes of the season? They have been rejected and left out for obliteration by sleet and its more popular cousins. I am victim of my own demise, feeling these nouns every single time: contemplation and then guilt. From yours truly, it is a hard habit to break.
This season will be different. I just might decide to do the Birkenstock clog either in the standard style or the shearling-lined version. This way I am comfortable without breaking the bank, without contemplating anything and without the guilt. At least I won’t have any cuts, scrapes, Band-Aids, or pain to contend with on a weekly basis.
Carrie, are you with me? The jury is out.
Manolo Blahnik leopard-print sandals.
Photo, taken last Fashion Week by Lydia Hudgens