For today’s Things That Do Not Suck Thursday, I’m going to give in to my girlier side and wax a bit poetic all at the same time. I’m not going to assault you with a haiku or anything, but I do want to talk about shoes for a brief moment. In my opinion, there are very few other things a modern woman can rhapsodize about other than shoes.
You see, I can look at shoes for hours without feeling bad about my life or my finances. Clothes? Not so much. I was tempted into browsing Old Navy’s site the other day and looking at all the reasonably priced clothing made me despair. Jeans for $10! Shirts for $7! The cuuuutest summer dresses for a pittance! All around me these affordable clothes swirled, enrapturing me with their so-close-and-yet-so-far accessibility.
You see, I buy clothes once per year. I spend the first six months enjoying my new clothes, loving them, giving them preferential treatment over the other clothes. As they fade or fray, I start the grim cycle that is my decision to buy new clothes. I’ll set benchmarks for myself: I’ll buy new clothes if I see a good sale in October. Sales will drift by and a new benchmark will be set, met, and overrun.
On and on until my clothes are in tatters a year later and I force myself to set aside a tiny amount of money to buy the essentials: a new pair of jeans to replace the one with the holes, three new pairs of shirts to take the place of the ones that are either too frayed or too faded to wear in public anymore, maybe a package of socks so that I’ll own socks that don’t have holes in them.
Then, because I only buy enough clothes to last me for half the week, I end up wearing my new clothes twice a week and they’re all worn to bits come one year later. Every year I tell myself I’ll buy more clothes for myself next year, and every year I’m proven a liar. Browsing through clothes is like a thousand tiny reminders that my wardrobe is less than half as adequate as I’d like it to be.
Shoes, though. Shoes are different. I can browse through shoes without feeling avarice because looking at shoes feels more like admiring art than shopping. Shoes, in all their myriad styles, heights, colors, fabrics, and decorations are beautiful to me. I like them on my feet obviously, but I like them nearly as well just about anywhere.
I ran into these shoes the other day and knew I had to share them, if for no other reason than they match the daffodils from yesterday:
They’re Christian Louboutin. I love Christian’s shoes but I could pay a mortgage payment with two pairs of these beauties. He has a way of crafting shoes that do the same thing everyone else has been doing for centuries, just better. Some girls have a thing for Manolo Blahnik (thanks, Sex and the City), other ladies prefer Franco Sarto or Prada or Nine West. For me, it’s Christian Louboutin. His shoes, and these shoes in particular, are this week’s Thing That Does Not Suck because you don’t have to be able to afford them to admire them.