So this weekend I took an interesting—perhaps even bold—step toward whatever it is that might be coming next: I divested myself of a rather large quantity of my former-life fancy-girl clothes and shoes. As I went through my closets and pulled out the dresses that I knew I wouldn’t wear again in two years (too fancy, too small, just for TV appearances, bought for an event and wore once, never really fit me perfectly anyway, etc.), and laid them on my bed, I was struck by how much pleasure they’d given me. It even pleased me now to pull them all out and stare at them, such gorgeous fabrics and prints and sequins (yep, sequins, and not a small amount). I wish I’d had the foresight to snap a little photo of them to show you.
Then I opened up my second closet (I know, I deserve an eye roll here, go ahead) and slowly, painfully sorted through my collection of very high, very fancy heels. The kind of shoes I used to dream I’d be able to buy when I was a little girl, all stacked neatly in their fine, high-quality boxes. I pulled each box down and opened them up, recalling exactly when I bought them, what outfits I wore the shoes with, and imagined parting with them. I’m proud to say that seven pair of truly fantastic and little-worn shoes made it to an amazing little designer consignment shop in my neighborhood. (If you’re a size 10, head on over to the store, m.a.e., ASAP; there are deals to be had!) The chili-pepper red Jimmy Choo slingbacks. An unworn pair of leopard D’Orsay evening shoes with crystal accents. (I ended up going with a closed-toe gold Valentino cone-heel that night instead.) Antonio Berardi six-inch high brown-and-green strappy platform sandals. Sky-high black jet-beaded Giuseppe Zanotti stiletto sandals (which were never comfortable, frankly).
But I did keep some shoes for myself, of course. Most decidedly so: the python Prada sandals pictured above. (Love beyond! Look great with anything! Very walkable!) The yellow Jimmy Choo gladiators with 4.5 inch heels. (So good with my blue satin dress, which I’ve kept.) And the gold cone-heel shoes, which I can run for my life in, even though they come in at 4 inches tall. Turns out they aren’t very practical! I think it’s fantastic that I had a job where they were considered practical. I can absolutely walk to the subway in them, and walk out of the subway and get to work and then take taxis and black cars to all my events and take a taxi home. What I can’t do in them, apparently, is be a part-time writer and part-time mother, pound the pavement looking for a job (lots of blisters and they slow me down), and gather up the day’s groceries in preparation for making dinner for my son, my boyfriend and me.
But that’s the life I’m living now: a life of Park Slope Mommy bright purple Birkenstock sandals, Haviana flip-flops, Toms sneakers and a great new pair of affordable sandals from Aerosoles (I think they were $18). Yes, I’ve found some comfortable shoes (even the orange J. Crew heels shown above are made for a full day on the feet) to help me get comfortable in my new life of not-quite-next, neither-here-nor-there. It might be a long road before I arrive at my next destination, so it’s a good thing these new additions are made for walking.