Walking in a Pair of Winter Footwear

I can't help it. I have boots on the brain. I know it is only August and September is barely around the corner. I realize that fall doesn't begin until September 20-something and lasts for three whole months until the leaves give way to winter's wonder and goodness. More than that, I know for a fact that I cannot possibly enjoy my winter footwear until it is frigid outdoors because I will not appreciate their warmth until that time, and perhaps not then! That does not mean I do not love my boots. I do. I have all sorts of boots, but that has been established and realized by now. "eurogirl has a whole lot of lovin' on the shoes!" Oh, I know there must be a pill or clinic for something as bad as this, but boots give me blissful happiness and satisfaction in a world of...of...blech!!!

Today I saw a girl wearing boots. Not thinking about them in the day-dreamy way I do. Not wishing to be with them in the strangely backwards buyer's remorse like I do. Not even close. She was wearing them. I realize, now, that fashion does come down to a science. I have said it before, even on this blog, that fashion is how something makes you feel and not actually how it looks. However, cheap faux suede boots in the sultry August heat cannot possibly feel good, therefore, cannot possibly look good. (The tights worn with said boots also spoke volumes: this poor dear cannot dress well for the heat.) My point with this story is this: dreaming of boots in August is different than sporting the suckers. I just want to make that clear.

I have a strange habit when it comes to shoes--boots especially. I tend to rate when they will be in style and knockoff seasons. The open-toed boot made its first fantastic showcase in fashion about two or three years ago by Versache or Givenchy. Last fall, Victoria's Secret picked up the open-toed boot and ran with two popular styles, I believe. This year, they sell them at the early adult-hood stores all across America. Naturally, I predicted this reaction when I first heard of a boot with no toes.

I like a good pair of shoes. I enjoy a good boot. I love cool weather that allows me to wear the pair I choose to bear.

What Would Gucci Do?

As you can see, I have some very interesting links to the right side of my blog. Because it is opperated by Google, the links are supposed to be related to whatever word is most repeated or most recent on my blog page. I'm not endorsing the clicking of these links, by any means! There are some interesting things there, I assure you, but I am not telling you to click. I am going to tell you, however, that I clicked one of them just to see what it was talking about. All I saw was, "High Heel Shoe Chairs, in jr. size, too!" I was interested. Was it like a shoe rack? shoe tree? shoe shelf? shoe dresser?! There are so many things in which we store a shoe that sound very little like actual shoe storage. (I should have a shoe closet or so.) I had no idea. I took a look at the domain name.

http://www.highheelshoechair.com/index.htm

Imagine that. It didn't help. I wanted to know what was on this website. I had to click. I was very stunned to realize at what I was looking. It was a chair in the shape of a high heel sandal. The first thoughts that coursed their way through my head were, "Oh my word, how very tacky" and, "Ah! I want one so bad, now!" The inner diva cried out in so many ways. The only problem was that she couldn't decide if it was too gaudy or too fantastic! Outlandish? Very. Expensive? Kinda. In perfect eclectic taste? YES!!!!!! I remembered from the link posting that there was something about a junior size in this? I found it, alright. And it was adorable in the flashiest possible way. How would I solve this? Shoe lovers unite under the umbrella of the shiny and flashy. And yet, how classy can you be with a pink and zebra faux fur shoe that stands thirty-eight inches high in your apartment? I am still torn. I would like to cry out how I need this chair! Then I remember my friends Prada, Jimmy Choo, Nine West, Steve Madden, and Donna Karan. What would they say?..

Never Met a Pair of Jimmy Choo's I Didn't Like

There are so many interesting shoe designs. While I applaud the creativity of the human mind, I believe it should be put to good use. I understand the importance of a good shoe. I know why creativity is significant. Why wouldn't I be able to comprehend how a shoe can change the way you feel about your day? Oh, I do! I just do not know why I would want my shoes to pick up radio waves or play mp3's!

I have suffered for some sassy shoes, but let's not get rediculous. Toe shoes? I cannot possibly understand the purpose of these; they look ugly and painful. I am sorry, but there must be a purpose to wear a pair of shoes. Whether the reason is comfort or class, it must exist.

How about these? Foot gloves is what they are called. No, no, no! How about comfort while looking like bigfoot? Sound good to you? Not unless it's a costume party.

The several inches it adds to one's height are for pictures only. They are impossible to walk in. They are not an interesting color. The heel is not pleasing to the eye or the leg. There are strings to lace up the back of the thigh, and the foot is at a horrible arch. These are what I call serious platforms. I would also call them uncomfortable, unsightly, uninteresting, and useless.

PLEASE! These are mere examples of poor taste and wasted of efforts. The world could use some of the ingenuity it took to make these pointless pairs of footwear and put it to good use! Style a shoe that grows with the child and save the parent some money. Why not make a shoe that gives the benefits of a heel with the comfort of a flat? Give me a stiletto that will not sink into the grass! Why can we not use that crazy imagination for something useful? Being very blunt, there are some people that have talent to tackle the tricky shoe trade.

Take Valentino for instance. He has some beautiful shoes. I don't really care for pink, but I adore these shoes. I want them in the worst possible way! They are fun, flirty, and feminine--in other words, fantastic! I just cannot stop looking at them!

Jimmy Choo shoes are the ultimate. Many people have seen the movie "Devil Wears Prada." (Fantastic film, by the way, if only for the shoes!) In it, Anne Hathaway's character, Andy, wears a pair of Jimmy Choo boots. Suddenly, she's a bombshell, a knockout, a fashionista! Jimmy Choo's would do that for anyone. Look at this ankle boot and tell me, if you can, that there is not raw talent in this designer!

Another Jimmy Choo is not for the faint at heart. This specific shoe borders the line of over the top, even for me. While I have yet to find a pair of heeled oxfords I would buy for myself, these shoes are as close as I have found. Indeed, only those with the most interesting of fashion sense would wear them or even find them attractive. Oh, Jimmy, how well you know me...

Shoes say something about the personality of a person. If you choose to wear shoes sporting speakers, it is your right. I suppose, in a sense, true fashion is the way an item makes you feel and not how it looks. Although there are several things I will never understand, I guess it is acceptable to like ugly shoes.

The Right to Bare Feet

It is my strong belief that life is taken much too seriously. For instance, there are mere moments in life in which shoes have no place at all. As shocking as that sounds, I do have a point. Try to follow.

As a shoe lover, I have a few pairs of fabulous footwear. You know, the usual two pair of tennis shoes, some chucks, three pair of silver shoes, red flats, a skater shoe, several patterned flats, four pair of black pumps, the endless supply of flipflops, some brown heels, a wedge or two, the gold sequins, six boots (in pairs), and the list can keep going. Though shoes mean a great deal more to me than meets the untrained eye, there is nothing wrong with an occasional shoe-less frolick. (Yes, I said frolick!)

It was not long ago when the sky was dark and the week was rainy. Now, do not misunderstand me when I say this: I love the rain. I do not love what it does to my hair when I'm on my way to a specific place for a very specified purpose. I do not care for the runny makeup that is easy to acquire when I'm out and about in nature's shower. When I have nothing special to do and nowhere interesting to go, I love the rain. This day in particular, I was coming home in the downpour. As soon as I reached the driveway, I kicked off my satin silver shoes and ran through the grass. My makeup smeered and my hair was downright nasty, but I could not care any less than I did at that moment. I could have been a six year old for all the fun I was having splashing in puddles and sliding in the grass. This was a moment when I did not take myself very seriously. I did not take life very seriously. My shoes were still very serious, but they were safe and dry. As for me, I took my energy, imagination, and bare feet outdoors to enjoy the rain.