I love heels. I love how they look standing alone. I love how they look on me. I love how finding the right shoe for the right price, colour, size and fit that shoe will be with you for years. You will take it to the shoe repair man when the bottom of the heels start looking shabby. You can’t let go of a good high heel and you often look after it well. You never lend it out nor do you give it away unless you are truly over it. If you lose a good pair of heels? You are devastated. I lost a pair of gorgeous black heels on a trip from Australia to England. Maybe it was the long flight, lack of sleep and general stress surrounding the trip but I like to believe I shed a tear for my lost pair of heels.
Men are a lot like heels. Correction, good men are like good heels. Everything I just described about why I love heels can be applied to why I love men. They are not really hard to find, you look for awhile, take your time (no impulse buying) and when you find the guy that fits you and won’t have you regretting trying him out after some time, he’s a keeper.
I have a theory that the way a woman buys her shoes is the way she chooses her men. I hate shopping. I really do. I’m not just saying this to endear myself to the men that read my blog, nope. The whole wandering around aimlessly looking at dresses, tops, jeans etc and trying them on is so tedious. Frustrating even. I can not shop successfully with my friends around me. They distract me, they give me their opinions and at the end of the day I’m grumpy. Their likes and my likes are not the same. I love my girls but I like what I like and other peoples opinions about what I should or shouldn’t like just gets annoying.
When it came to buying heels I hated the whole shopping experience with my friends. We had to confer and ask if the shoe looked right. In my head I was always thinking, I don’t like the shoe but I know this is your style and you wear it well. If I say I don’t like it you’ll look for another pair and we’ll be here FOREVERRRRR! I never understood why my opinion on a friends shoe style mattered. You like the shoe? Yes. It fits? Yes. Its comfortable. Yes. I don’t like it or love it. No to the shoe? How does that work? I noticed that with some friends that how they would choose their men. Do you like him? Yes. Are you compatible? Yes. Are you yourself and comfortable around him? Yes. Do I like him? Errr he’s not what I would have picked for you or not my favourite person but I can see how it works. What? You are putting him back on the shelf because I don’t like him? Le sigh.
When I was younger I was the same. I also loved shopping when I was younger. Now that Im older and know more about what I like and what suits me, I enjoy shopping alone. I also tend to find myself in a relationship when I’m alone and going through that phase where friends are scarce due to work, family and other commitments. Now when I buy heels I don’t impulse buy as much as I did in my early 20′s. In my late 20′s I’ve discovered that browsing goes a long way. I might spot what I like or think that I like but if I hold out on buying the heel there and then I discover things about it that I hadn’t noticed in the first flush of buyers lust at sight. I notice the heel doesn’t look too reliable. I realise it’s not really my style and what I thought was cute, quirky and stylish is hard to walk in, it clashes with everything in my wardrobe and I can’t imagine wearing it out anywhere to show it off.
Sometimes though if I leave the first shoe that I saw too long at the store it gets snatched up and then I see someone else rocking the shoe. I think to myself I could rock it better, my feet were made for that shoe but then I tell myself to stop being silly because if that was the case when I tried it on the first time I should have got that feeling.
Is it a coincidence that the way I go shoe shopping now reflects the way I choose men that I like? Take the heel I like now 
. Some would call it old, I call it vintage. It’s not everyone’s style nor is it a shoe that every girl and their homie is trying to chase down BUT the ones who know heels if they came across this heel, they would KNOW this was a collector’s item. This heel is really comfortable. It fits just right. Its a sturdy shoe, reliable and doesn’t clash with my style but compliments it really well. I also think the heel is sexy yet really adorable. If I could I would wear it out…the soles of course. *Le sigh* I really like the heels but I don’t know if I can afford it… I can’t buy them with cash, although to go to where the heels are requires a travel allowance, once I get there and try them on I wonder, can I leave them behind or can I be brave enough to barter the only thing that would be acceptable currency? I don’t even know if I have the right currency…. Heels, men and metaphors. It’s a problem ladies.
These heels right there sounds like the classic Louboutin pump…my suggestion?-Don’t dare leave those heels, they’re timeless, one of a kind and as a classic – they go with anything you wear…so girl, once you go to your heels – keep them and no bartering for a classic!
*These heels right here sound like the classic Louboutin*
Fabulous shoes. I say go for it!
Too many inconsistencies in the argument. Eg you lend shoes out? Really? I can understand, even forgive a woman that lends her men out. But shoes? Then there is the whole I take my time and don’t care what people say, but end the post parading this worn out “pair” of shoes as vintage. I missed the metaphor but I certainly got the irony. Ha ha ha. Seriously, vintage is good. But vintage does not mean old. It simply means timeless.
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Super not ALL the metaphor’s can be applied to the shoe-men theory. As for me parading my vintage pair of shoes…they are not worn out, they are still in very very very good shape. They are just not from this era of shoes. I agree with you though that they are not old but timeless and I like them.
I totally get you. And agree with your choice, vintage is always a “handsome” accessory. My 21 years old super model Immensely enjoys the more cultured existence I give.