It’s been a while since I’ve told a rambling and ridiculous acquisition story and there’s no time like the present. Settle in for a spell. I’m not sure why I didn’t tell this one earlier, but it was a pivotal moment for me.
Okay, it wasn’t exactly pivotal because it’s about shoes and completely trivial, but I feel like you knew that already. Roll with it.
My office’s holiday party was back in November and I was in Los Angeles for production up until the day of. It’s usually your standard holiday party, but this year there was a 70’s theme. Never one to shy away from a challenge or waste an opportunity to do the absolute most, I spent an inordinate amount of time figuring out what I was going to wear. My sub-theme was basically half-naked and glitter, because 70’s.
The dress was easy enough. My mom, bless her hoarding tendencies, still had a brown suede trench coat that my boyfriend in high school bought for her almost 20 years ago. Jewelry was a no-brainer. What was giving me trouble was shoes. The only pair of platforms I owned weren’t suitable for the event so I *had* to find a pair.
Since I was in L.A., I figured I’d try a local cheap joint. That failed because I was either working and couldn’t make it anywhere before closing or I felt terrible about buying something I knew I wouldn’t wear again. Who has that kind of money?? Not me. After mulling, I decided I’d order something from Steve Madden since they ship from L.A. (or they used to…it had been a while since I’d shopped there) and there was a suitable pair on clearance. I’d wear them again, right?
So I order the shoes, pay for expedited shipping and then wait. And wait. And then realize that I may not get the shoes shipped in time for me to actually receive them before flying back to Portland because I ordered them on a Friday. Quelle Horreur!!
The next day, in a self-imposed panic over this and several unrelated things, I was driving around Santa Monica and noticed a Crossroads on the way to my hotel. That ALC sweater I bought a few months ago wasn’t working out, so I figured I’d sell it there to make myself feel a little better. I parked, walked over, and as soon as I stepped inside, I saw these:
JIMMY CHOO Kaytrin sandals
Seriously. Right as I walked in. They were at eye-level a few feet inside the front door. I’m pretty sure a choir of angels sang and I immediately thought of this pig and felt like this dog when I saw them. Are they 70’s? Hell no. But they have a platform, are suede all over, and are effing gorgeous.
They never left my possession after I confirmed the size was in the right range. Checked the price and they were $40 more than I paid for the clearance sale shoes from Steve Madden. Insane. I gave the rest of the store an obligatory once over, thanked the universe for coming through in a clutch, bought these jawns and had a completed, lovely look for the par-tay.
Of course, I have no photos of the entire outfit, but it was a good one.
Back to this being a (not really that) pivotal moment. After I found these, I remembered that:
1 – Secondhand shopping is really the wave
3 – SM doesn’t always ship from L.A. and expedited shipping isn’t always expedited (fortunately, they came in enough time for me to return them in-store).
And to end this on a more helpful and less self-indulgent note, on further inspection, I realized that the pitch of the SM shoes is much steeper than that of the Jimmy Choos. Consider the following for reference. You’ll notice the angle between heel and ball are very different between the two.
I was surprised because I’ve heard the latter isn’t known for being comfortable. That said, I know that I would have been a lot more uncomfortable in the former. My feet felt great at the end of the night; a stark contrast to 2016 where I couldn’t feel my middle three toes for a couple of weeks after the party.
Wins all around.