If you’ve stumbled upon this post looking for some sort of recipe, tutorial, or anything else of intellectual merit, you’ve come to the wrong place.
Today, it’s about shoes.
Not cookies, not cakes, not turkey-jerky pot pies. Shoes.
Why are we talking about shoes, you ask? Simple. I can’t make a decision and I need your help.
In about a week, I’m going to my much-anticipated, much-loved, yearly Celtic Thunder concert. I’ve got my whole outfit planned—gorgeous green jacket with black seaming and sweet ruffles paired with dark-wash jeans. I had jacket pictures to show you, but they ended up looking a strange blue color, which simply won’t do.
The problem is, I can’t decide what shoes to wear. I need your help!
Here’s how we’ll do it: I’ll show you some pictures of both pairs of shoes, including a few pros and cons, and then you’ll give me your most excellent advice in the comments section. Sound good?
First, we’ve got my trusty ol’ pair of pointy-toed boots.
Pros: They’re great for optimum leg-lengthening, which at 5’4 is something that I really appreciate. They’re pretty comfortable, which comes in handy when you’re waiting in a line wrapped around the block for an indeterminate length of time. They protect my feet from the occasionally-beer-sticky floors of the venue.
Cons: They’re kinda plain. I’ve worn them many times, so they’ve become a little boring.
On to pair #2, the peep-toe platforms!
Pros: They’re ridiculously cute, with seaming that matches my jacket, little bows, and a very chic platform heel. They make my somewhat large feet look teeny tiny. I feel rawther gawgeous when I wear them.
Cons: I’ve never worn them for an extended period of time, so I don’t know if they’ll still be comfortable after three hours. There’s not as much foot protection from wet streets and spills from the occasional crazed margarita-on-a-chain drinker. They’re slightly less easy to walk in than the boots.
So there you have it! Each pair of shoes has their own merits. In the black boots, I feel like a streetwise ninja. In the peep-toes, I feel like a 1940’s pinup doll. It’s impossible to decide!
With that, I will kindly ask you to leave me a comment with your choice.
Thank you for indulging in my fashion neuroses. You’ll be handsomely rewarded with much yumminess in the near future.