My brother, as regular readers will remember, is getting married this spring, in a celebration influenced by Burning Man. My outfit, as regular readers will remember, relies on this brown and black Prada number. Suitable shoes, as regular readers will remember, had not yet been found.
Until now. Regular, irregular, no matter. Here are my shoes. Thank you for joining us.
As it turns out, blue-green was the right color to edge Prada nerd-girl chic over towards Burning Man, and anarchy. Anarchy is always relative. How do I know these are the right color? I wore the dress shopping. Sturdy Gals are practical; even embellished satin slingbacks must serve their intended purpose.
Besides. They twinkle.
Made by Réné Caovilla, we found them at Wilkes Bashford, in the Stanford Shopping Center. One wonders why all those Stanford intellectuals need sparkling shoes, but, who knows? More probably the consumer plunder goes to venture capitalists, investment bankers, and the fortunate technical wizards of Silicon Valley.
In any case, these have silvered soles. The shoes, not the wizards.
Clearly competition with Christian Louboutin and his red soles benefits us all. I suppose the embellished pattern forms logos, double Cs, but given that so few have heard of Mr. Caovilla, and that even fewer know he actually has a logo, I will look the other way.
These shoes were expensive. But quite practical. I heard you laugh. But wait. Low heels. Interesting colors that play well with black, white, and blue, my stalwarts. These will serve as my evening shoes for the next couple of decades, if previous behavior predicts the future.
And since I’m going to wear these with everything, other shoes can put set out to pasture. I have retrieved two pair that I now would love to pass on. At size 7.5, or 37.5, they are too large for my small-footed sister. She is my usual target for hand-me-overs. (I don’t say down. Never down.). In days gone by, before the concept of ‘vintage’ emerged, I’d have sent them off to Goodwill. But I would much rather see if any of the Privilege[d] are in the mood.
Let’s have a giveaway, just in case the answer is yes. I will take no offense, if the answer is no.
Below, a pair of Anne Klein grosgrain satin slingbacks, with elastic covered straps. In the vicinity of 10 years old. Perhaps 15.
They are somewhat worn, especially on the heel strap. However, they never fit me well, because I have foolishly high insteps. They are still viable. I think they’d look best with a pair of black skinny jeans, actually. Pointy toes are back.
Once I began to consider shoes I never wear, I had to admit that I’ve been keeping these Ferragamos too. For no reason, as the t-strap is even worse for a high instep than stretch satin. They are 15-20 years old.
These are in very good condition. Have a sort of 30′s or 40′s vibe.
Just leave a comment below, one for each/either of these you’d like to receive. And, since I sense that one of you with a sense of humor, perhaps Patsy, is planning to comment, “I’d prefer the new shoes,” I absolutely understand. Please come back in a decade or so and we’ll do this again.