Summer is almost over, where did the summer go? I know it's not officially the end of summer, but you know what I mean - tomorrow is September - what? So I was perusing through my September issue of Vogue - love it! The fall fashions as always are breathtaking and depressing. Why depressing? Because I have no budget for fall fashions this year :( I mean not yet, I always find a way one way or another. Any way it just seems like I finally put my fall/winter clothes/shoes away a few months ago.
When I opened my closet I realized that I had an astounding number of boxes with hidden shoes, I say hidden because if it's not right in front of you when you open your closet, then you tend to forget what you have, the same applies to clothes. I've always found that taking out a pair of shoes that have been "forgotten" is a great way to cheer myself up and re-energize my current wardrobe. So I went through all my closets (I have three, but it's not enough) and pulled out the boxes and went on a trip down memory lane. This is an account of a select group of designer shoes and memories:
Ah, there they were, my sexy, black leather patent shoes with a killer heel also known in my home as The Tango Shoes. I put those on and I was immediately transported to the night when Little Dragon performed at Wrongbar and I wore those shoes. I looked taller, slimmer and my butt looked awesome. That was a good night, and a great night for my hair, along with my sleek, black ensemble and red lips. Oh by the way, Grant Bedford was there, along with Thalia and The Complicator! After a few hours, the killer heels did a number on my feet and trying to walk out of the club like a normal person was excruciatingly painful.
The next box revealed my strappy, flirty Cinderella Shoes - guaranteed to make you feel like a princess, regardless of the outfit, fancy or not. I had worn these bejeweled shoes to my cousin's wedding a few years back and my shoes garnered just as much attention as my oh, so gorgeous dress. I was the belle of the ball, yes I know you're not supposed to upstage the bride on her wedding day, blah, blah, blah - but I looked great that night! This relationship started out lovey dovey and turned bitter by the end of the night, like they do with all my favourite shoes.
Then I came across another pair of designer shoes, the most expensive shoes I had in my closet. My S&M Inspired Shoes, black patent leather with a peekaboo cutout and triangular heel. The shoe salesperson had guaranteed that these shoes would be comfortable to walk in, and I wouldn't be able to live without them. It turned out that these shoes turned on me, they are my enemy, I do not have a love affair with them as looks can be deceiving. These shoes were the most painful shoes I've ever had and challenges the notion that super expensive means great quality shoes. I hate these shoes, they caused me so much pain, and continue to cause me pain when I look at them, when I'm reminded of how much they cost - boo hoo!
The next box revealed my Romantic Shoes, a sublime pair of two-toned rose and chocolate coloured pointy slingbacks. These shoes are a prized possession and when I put them on, I was taken back to the Marcus Miller Show at The Opera House, a couple of years back. That was a fun, summer night and I looked svelte in my plum and black ensemble with tousled hair and berry lips. There were a whole bunch of us that night, so I had to look good. Let's see, me of course, my sister Thalia, The Complicator, Grant Bedord (bonus), my friend Jenny, Thalia's friend The Professor, and The Complicator's "straight" male friend Miss Tobinsky (I'll explain in a later blog). Ah, it was a magical night indeed.
Last but not least, my Golden Goddess Shoes, one of my favourite pairs of dainty, gold strappy sandals. (Thalia has a pair too, we both couldn't resist). My fondest memory is seeing Marcus Miller (the first time) at the Toronto Jazz Festival. I was wearing a form fitting, summery, light green dress with these shoes. I felt beautiful that evening and Grant Bedford's face lit up when he saw me. The Complicator gave me the look he always does, as if I'm too dressed up - whatever! Thalia looked drop dead gorgeous. She wore a black, Spanish inspired romantic, dress with a teal, silk ruffle scarf wrapped around her neck, and was wearing her black patent Talk to Me if You Dare slingbacks. Grant Bedford's mysterious friend appeared to be hypnotized by Thalia's presence. How can I say this, we looked marvelous! Thalia and I looked and felt a-m-a-z-i-n-g. We made quite the entrance and left quite the impression, I'm sure of it!
Basically, a favourite or forgotten pair of shoes can change the way you look and feel in an instant. The right pair of shoes can infuse new life into an old outfit. Shoes can evoke a memory that is locked in a special or not so special place in your heart. Within each pair of forgotten shoes lies a secret sole. On the other hand, love hurts, you can look good on the outside and be dying of pain on the inside. But all in all it is a love affair that I will never give up!
Moody Girl Out.
