It's Saturday morning. I have been told many many times that this means "it's okay to wear flats". My brain does a little twist when I hear this. Two propositions, "okay to" and "wear flats", colliding that make no sense to me. If my brain were a PC this is when it would crash.
I once had these beautiful tan leather Mary Jane's with red leather detailing. They were, at the time, my highest of high heels. I used to walk 8km in these shoes from my home to work. I was delighted but my friends clearly thought I was nuts. One of them staged an intervention and demanded I entertain the idea of flat shoes.
I am still baffled by flats. They are like amputees to me. Missing something. Incomplete versions of the whole. But I listened to her and slowly but surely some flats have snuck into my wardrobe. I can't say I actively like wearing flats but I have grown to appreciate that they have some value, if only to shut my friends up.
Golden flat strappies it is.
x
I once had these beautiful tan leather Mary Jane's with red leather detailing. They were, at the time, my highest of high heels. I used to walk 8km in these shoes from my home to work. I was delighted but my friends clearly thought I was nuts. One of them staged an intervention and demanded I entertain the idea of flat shoes.
I am still baffled by flats. They are like amputees to me. Missing something. Incomplete versions of the whole. But I listened to her and slowly but surely some flats have snuck into my wardrobe. I can't say I actively like wearing flats but I have grown to appreciate that they have some value, if only to shut my friends up.
Golden flat strappies it is.
x
