So. While I freely admit that I am not fit to go among civilized people (and certainly not fit to give them advice -- in the area of spending & finances, especially), I don't care. Because I can just sit at home in my new shoes and the rest of the world can go kiss my big... toe.
It is extremely unwise on my part to be splashing out on new Prada shoes just before I leave for a two-week trip to The Most Expensive City on Earth and The Place Where Window Shopping is Better Than Sex (a.k.a., London & Paris), but these things were the King Hell Shoe Jones of the year for me and they gave me no peace. When I looked at other shoes, I was thinking about them. They seemed to show up in every fashion editorial in every magazine I read for the last four months, taunting me with their wonder. When I got dressed, my mind was putting together outfits that I could wear with them. (This Saturday night they went to dinner along with a black leather a-line skirt, a winter white cashmere t-shirt, and my fierce black Boudicca jacket.
(And I DO think they lessened the curve of the heel for production, don't you? The runway version seems a bit more extreme. But maybe it's just the angle.)
but honestly, that it so not me. Besides, like those things are going to stay in place when you're walking around in them. Puh-leez... Not to mention they don't exactly solve the popsicle toes problem.
They look good with fishnets, though, huh? Let's look at them again:
Space is very limited in the suitcase; I usually only allow myself one pair of dressy heels when I travel. Other shoes must be more stomping-around friendly. What do we think? Do they go off on their first European adventure? Or stay at home so I have a reason to come back? Tell me what you think.
Photos: Style Spy, Style.com.