|My Stuart Weitzman loafers with jeans, leggings, and leather trousers.|
I’m very happy with my brown Paul Green ankle boots that I bought last fall. I particularly love them with flares or with boot cut jeans, as you can see.
|Paul Green boots with jeans, jeans, and jeans.|
These Stuart Weitzman low-heeled pumps are always in my current rotation. The low heel and the grey-edged bow make them very early sixties, I think. They can be a bit prissy, so I like to wear them with jeans and a nice jacket. Like this Helmut Lang blazer which I bought in the spring of 2015.
|Stuart Weitzman low-heeled pumps with jeans and a good jacket|
And of course, I still adore my Stan Smith Adidas from last year. And which I wear with just about everything I own.
|Stan Smith Adidas go with pretty much anything.|
Below are some of the shoes in my closet that don’t get out enough, but which I kept when I did my closet cull last spring. I love the silver hardware on the black, chunky-heel Stuart Weitzman pumps. And the caramel, platform T-strap heels look so great with a skirt. I bought the Tod’s driving shoes with my retirement gift card from my work buddies in 2013; they never go out of style. I also have a pair of chocolate brown, suede Prada booties with a small heel that I don’t wear nearly enough, but I’ll probably never give away. Because…well… Prada. One day I’ll wear them again.
|Stuart Weitzman chunky-heeled pumps, platform T-strap, & black flats. Tod’s driving shoes, burgundy Tory Burch flats|
So if you look at the fact that of the 23 pairs of footwear I own, 6 are not worn regularly… and 2 pairs I didn’t mention are probably on the way out very soon… I think I can be classified as a shoe minimalist. At least in my books. But that doesn’t mean I don’t love shoes. Just that I shop wisely, buy what I love, and then love them for a long time.
And yet, minimalism is no excuse for wearing the wrong shoe or boot with an outfit. I still need enough variety in my closet to work with all of my pants and skirts and dresses.
You know, I started thinking about all this shoe stuff a couple of weeks ago when I was sitting in airports, travelling to and from New Brunswick where I was visiting my mum. In the Montreal airport, in the Fredericton airport, in the Toronto airport… I began to notice how many women were wearing exactly the wrong shoe for the rest of their outfit. In particular the wrong shoe and pants combination. Trainers and mom jeans seemed to be a popular choice for women travellers, with the jeans pooling on top of their sneakers in a very unattractive way. A different shoe or maybe hemming or rolling the pants could have made all the difference. You don’t need to be obsessed with shoes to do that, do you? I’m not talking about when you’re out walking the dog or going for your morning run, but when you actually plan to be out in public.
I mean, there has to be a middle ground between wearing trainers with totally inappropriate pants and feeling the need to own 3000 pairs of shoes. Don’t you think?
Which brings me back to all that painstaking… and painful… research I did this morning. Painful does not begin to describe it, people. From pictures of closets bigger than my whole house and which we are all supposed to be dying to own, to the story of a woman from Houston who owned a three-storey, 3,000 sq. ft. closet and who was robbed after she showed her closet and its contents on Good Morning America and then went out to dinner without setting her alarm system. Really? And then there’s cringe-worthy Imelda Marcos, who is reputed to have said: “They went into my closet looking for skeletons, but thank God all they found were shoes, beautiful shoes.”
Oh my. Shoe story overload, or what? I had to stop and go outside and help Hubby clean up the garden. Or something. I think I actually lost brain cells while I was reading all this stuff.
Enough of that. I’m beginning to sound cranky. And what the heck am I driving at, anyway? Well, only that despite how it might appear in fashion-blogger-land, we’re not all obsessed with shoes. Doesn’t mean that we don’t love shoes. Or that we think shoes are unimportant. They definitely are. They definitely can make or break an outfit. But how many pairs do we really need, anyway? I mean… really… need?
So, that’s my shoe story for today, folks. And I’m sticking to it. I could go on. About shoes and work, and the wild rumour when I was the English head at my school that you had to have good shoes to work in my department. Ha. Remembering that makes me laugh.
Now it’s your turn. What’s your story? Are you a shoe minimalist? Or maximalist? Or somewhere in between… or maybe you don’t care much one way or the other? Do tell.