Results tagged “Old Friends” from The Bias Cut

I wish I had some sort of marvelous story of discovery about these- I feel like they deserve it. But frankly, I can't recall for the life of me where or when I got them. I am fairly sure they are vintage, and so likely date back to the Rivington Street Days. But getting more specific then that is like trying to remember the moment you first met your oldest friend. Was it a birthday party in the third grade? Or Girl Scouts? It's all lost to the mists. But dependability is not always romantic, nor should it be.

One thing I am certain of, is that when I found them I most certainly did NOT cry "Eureka!". I have a feeling they were not expensive, and I was drawn to pick them up by their bright, cheerful color. And, I probably took them home, and forgot them for a while. But this pair has become one of my best worn pairs of shoes.

Now, I don't particularly love pink, but these are a lovely, rich near-fuschia. I like to call them "Barbie" pink. And strangely, like the doll, they go with a lot more then you might think- perhaps because I wear a lot of black and grey. The pink is a nice pop against a neutral. But I've even worn them with a red top and a white pencil skirt, (daring in my own mind.)

 They are also a great height. That flattering little kitten of a heel gives my legs a nice needed hit of length, without making me feel as if I might topple over at any time. I can, and do, run around all over the place in them- as you can see in the wear at the toe and the heel, and by the crackle in the leather. (They are probably on their third heel-cap.) The toe area is lovely, wide and flat, yet flattering, and the curve along the side is simply pretty.  

I've worn them mostly in the summer, in the evening, to parties and dinners, and even to the movies. I've definitely also slipped them on during the day, just because they cheer me up. I'm always trying to wear them in the winter, but the thin sole means cold feet. Sometimes I do it anyway. They are perfect with jeans, skinny ankle'd or flared, black tights or bare legs. Whenever I despair of having the right thing to wear, these strange, pink pumps (are they even pumps?) set me back on the path to style happiness. They are one of a number of pairs I try on with an outfit I am undecided upon- to see if I can make some idea I had work. Often as not they are the ones that save me.

People often compliment me on them, which feels like someone telling you your pet is the cutest- you beam with pleasure at something you had almost nothing to do with. Your own good sense is not revealed until later, when the fluffy kitten grows up into a purry-sweet cat.