A Tale of Two Shoes

Kat 3/25/2013 12 Comments Edit

Ok so truth be told it should be A Tale of One pair of peep toe boots and One pair of shoes but that wasn't quite so snappy. But that's what it is.

I am having a boot related nightmare. For my bank account this is a huge result. In my head with all the outfits I had planned for said boots, it's a disaster. (slight exaggeration obviously - a small setback is more accurate).

So after deciding to send back aforementioned Isabel Marants, I had convinced myself therefore, that the Manifest boots from All Saints that I had listed in my peep toe ankle boot post would be the answer to my spring/summer outfit prayers.

And that'll be a no.

Here is what they should look like.

Apologies in advance All Saints, but here is how I manage to completely ruin them. Dear. God. Ok so perhaps they shouldn't go with a rather beige outfit (which I realised I hated twenty minutes after I'd left the house this morning), but they still look far far worse than they actually should. To be fair, I was surprised at how thick, stiff and ungiving the leather is. I had expected something far more buttery yet still with a shape. They're also very wide. Whilst I have narrow feet, they're not ridiculously slim yet my feet were swimming in these. The size smaller was fine width wise but my toes were walking on their own out of the front. Not good.

(and how filthy is their mirror?! Oh and bright orange nail varnish was for a fashion show a couple of weeks ago for beach look. Highly appropriate in the snow.)

So. That's £195 saved.

And oh how all full of woe was I.

Until. Oh until until until I went into H&M to look for some fabulous pink jeans that my lovely friend Fiona had bought for a bargain £4 (they weren't quite so fabulous on me ie grim)

And I came across these beauties. I have toyed with leopard print shoes forever. Every year I buy and I take back. I've bought boots, ballet pumps, pointed ballet pumps, heels, sandals. Have kept none of them. But none of them cost...... £5!

I am in love with them. Love the platform at the front, love the fact the pattern continues down the heel, love the point of the toe, love the shape of the heel (not too thin and not too chunky). These are the Goldilocks of leopard print shoes for me. Don't care that they're not leather. They're a light ponyskin textured fake fabric. I'm not intending to wear them for hours on end. They'll more than do.

Result. Not entirely solving my boot dilemma. Not entirely sure I actually have a boot dilemma if I'm completely honest. I have new shoes for the moment which is making me very happy indeed. Now please. No. More. Snow. I am wearing these out on Thursday night if I have to lather my feet in goose fat to keep them warm.

Moving swiftly onto (and past) my outfit today which I hate. I hated the fact the top was too short (I appear to have shrunk it, but you can't see in these pics, bad shoe pic above is a better view - it's shorter than it should be with skinnies at the front) for the skinny jeans, I didn't like the insipid melange of beige (you can't see enough of the khaki vest) I'm starting to loathe the Rick Owens Lilies cardigan which I only wear as I bought it in a post natal fit of hormonal stupidity (in the sale - it wasn't bank breaking but I still feel I "should" love it), my hair is in need of a wash, oh blah blah blah. One of those days when you feel pants.

Onwards and upwards tomorrow.