Posts Tagged ‘suede


Dressed Up in Walking Shoes

It’s really hard to break up with a friend.

Many don’t realize it, but friendships, often with far more longevity than “true” relationships, can be volatile and just as heartbreaking to lose. Especially ones that go on over periods of years, with their share of sparring, drama, and angst.


Restricted Audrey Plum Suede T Strap Brooch Heels

And then, suddenly, that day comes when you realize that your friendship has ceased to be a pleasurable thing. Not only are you not having fun, or enjoying the other person’s company – but you are enjoying your own self less than you used to.

Relationships can sometimes do that to you…you cease to value yourself, and as your own esteem is brow-beaten, you become sort of a shell of yourself – and truly begin to believe you are worth less, deserve less, and are entitled to less respect than you are getting.

And then, you decide to get it back…but are so afraid of losing what has now become a emotional crutch that the alternative – even though a healthier world – seems far scarier than the reality.

Eventually, for your own salvation, you have to take your walk out of that person’s life – as lost as you may feel doing so, and when taking that stroll, I wore Restricted Audrey Plum Suede T Strap Brooch Heels, $59.50 at

The shoes, much like my decision to be a stronger, more independent me, has layers – luscious suede (to symbolize treating myself to a better me), a upper flower (rebirth), and plum shading (the color of riches, and royalty…I’m sure there’s a metaphor for that in there somewhere too…)

Anyway, they are just really cute, and great for fall. And they make me feel better. 🙂


From Russia with Love

Yellow Box Galleon

It took me awhile to appreciate Russian literature. Actually, what it took was Kiera Knightley, starring as the luckless but diaphanously gorgeous Lara Antipova in the 2002 TV remake of Doctor Zhivago. Lots of snow and ice and bleak grey skies, not to mention endless war, peasants with chapped hands and an overabundance of gruesomely pointless death. But, amid all the gloom and doom, are the most wonderful thick fur hats, coats, and fur-lined boots.

I doubt that author Borsi Pasternak penned Doctor Zhivago with an eye for costume design. The book, set between the Russian Revolution of 1917 and the Russian Civil War of 1918, is a political commentary and star-crossed love story — neither theme a ready-made platform for runway fashion. And yet… what is more romantic than men in heavy top coats, women in velvet cloaks and volunimous skirts, faces flushed from riding in horse-drawn sleighs through chill air? It’s so over-the-top plush in the face of wintery minimalism.

Honestly, beyond that one small-screen version of Doctor Zhivago, I’m still not sold on the Russian canon. I need a happily-ever after with my fiction just like I need a crackling fire, a cup of hot cocoa and a rousing chorus of “Jingle Bells” with my sleigh rides. Nonetheless, since there isn’t actually a required reading list when it comes to the clothing inspired by Russian lit, I find myself drawn this time of year to furry boots.

Were I to find myself in Lara Antipova’s actual shoes, I suspect I’d be wishing for thickly comfy Uggs or Napoleon Dynamite-approve moon boots. However, with no immediate plans to travel across Siberia, I’m much more inspired by suede and fleece booties with an “I laugh in the face of black ice” heel. There’s a chance that, had Lara Antipova worn such shoes, she would never have lost-then-found-then-lost-again the tragically dashing Doctor. There would have been no need for daring escapes, a pantry holding nothing but a single potato, and a trainfull of soldiers with bad attitudes. With these shoes, Lara would have been a little less, well, Lara — and a little more Keira.

Eat your heart out, Borsi Pasternak.


Something Bargained, Something Blue

I am at a very elegant wedding in a $5 dress.

Worse, I pulled it from a cardboard box at a flea market over the summer.

I only had four one-dollar bills that day. A swarm of thrifty women were closing in. The drummer boy was out of cash-lending range, tables away, amassing records. But I stuck the dress under one armpit, dug elbow-deep through my hobo bag and came up with exactly 101 cents. It was mine.

From then on, I knew this fancy frock deserved to be treated to something spectacular, like a gorgeous fall wedding in the mountains. What better to accent persimmon polyester?

Well, there is just one thing, sky-high heels in rich teal suede. I found them on the eBay outpost of a sweet boutique. These pumps have a classic shape, so they look natural with the 70s-style loose cap sleeves of my flea market find. But the color gives the entire outfit a modern pop, erasing my self-imaginings as a frugal frump.
Until I get here that is, surrounded by a small army of beautiful bridesmaids in sophisticated, floor sweeping ethereal brown. The bride, my friend Beth, chose an ornate, strapless, full-length gown. She looks marvelous, as if she’s holding court. I wonder if I’m a worthy courtier. I head to the bathroom for a final hair check before we take our seats. On the way in, one of the celestial bridesmaids is leaving. I duck my head, smile lamely and try not to appear tacky. But she stops me and says the only thing I wanted to hear today, besides those beautiful vows of course, “I love your shoes.”


My New #1…. Exit Donald, enter Ann

Donald Pliner, we’ve had a great run. But every relationship runs its course. Yes, I’m sorry, I thought I was clear about that when we met… I’ll never be a one shoe girl.

I have loved, yes loved, a lot of shoes in my life. And you will always be very special to me. Look how much care I’ve taken with you. I have hadyou shoes re-soled, re-heeled, basically resuscitated more than once.

Brown and linen with pointy toe, kitten heel slide – you have seen me through so much.

Yes, we look good together. Yes, you make my legs look long. We also apparently defy gravity according to almost everyone who sees us together! The fact you stay on my feet amazes many people. Donald, we’ve had a great run.

But you have this “squeak,” yes “squeak,” that I cannot get rid of.

Walking along as the Southern Ambassador of Sole with a squeaky heel will not do. Not at all! Something must be done!

Donald, I’ve met someone. Her name is Ann… Taylor… Loft. Good family, old money. I know. Trophy Shoe? Don’t say that.

She’s very down-to-earth. She makes me feel young.

Yes, there is a new shoe in the closet.

Brown, suede, peep toe, wedge heel, t-strap,

Brown suede mmmm…feels so good but didn’t cost me enough to be bad.

Wedge heel – better choice when I have to hurry – trot as opposed to an all out run. Yes I do need to hurry – even in the South!

T-Strap – so sophisticated yet fun.

I am so sorry Donald, but I need to move on. I’ll be dropping you at the second hand store. I’m sure you’ll find someone… more your own speed.



Steppin’ Out in my Blue Suede Shoes

I’m indescribably drawn to impractical shoes.

Leopard pumps, red patent leather flats, boots that match next to nothing. If a shoe begs the question “Is there even one thing in my closet that goes with this?” I’m more than likely to buy it in every color.

And that’s just what happened when I spotted a pair of Nine West blue suede pumps while browsing around the Copley shops over the weekend.
I know. Blue suede shoes sound about as cool as a white bedazzled Elvis jumpsuit. But these have a round toe, a four-inch cone-shaped heel, and a sapphire shade of blue that make them much more appropriate for strutting down city sidewalks than doing the jailhouse rock.

*ed. note: check out more colorful pumps in motion in the Shop til you drop Miami videos, Nine West pt 1 and Nine West pt 2.

And as hesitant as I am to admit this, I have to say that the lyrics to “Blue Suede Shoes” might just be my personal theme song. Case-in-point: “You can do anything you want to do honey, but lay off my shoes.” Maybe Elvis is eluding to something deeper than I’m interpreting, but I like to think he was just a total shoe fanatic.

So now that I have the shoes, here comes the real challenge: What do I wear with a cute little cobalt pump without looking like I’m trying to channel my inner blueberry?

Another shopping trip is definitely in order.

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April 2020