Fashion is a Two-Faced Bitch: Sandals

It’s getting hot out there, the summer solstice is nigh upon us, whatever the hell that means, I don’t know, but my socks know and have already started creeping to the back of my drawer, where they are constructing their horrid, tangled nest.  I can hear them back there, hissing, and biting holes in one another.

It’s sandal time. Do the sandal dance. Just kidding.  There is no sandal dance.
But it is time to go sandal shopping because the sandals I bought just last year appear to have aged and died in my closet over the winter.  What was once sleek and supple is now a dried hunk of old leather.  Don’t look at me. I didn’t do it.  They were fine the last time I wore them.  Then October came, it got a little nippy, and I pressed my socks back into service. The sandals went into the closet.  And now, here I am at the start of summer and needing a new pair.
Oh,  I know what you are thinking.  “What, you only have one pair of sandals, what are you some kind of freaky prairie woman minimalist?”.  No.  I’m not.  If I was, I’d be sewing my own sandals out of gopher skin, now, wouldn’t I?
I’m a bad shopper, is what I am.  I will actually buy four pairs of sandals.  This is how it will go down:
I’ll be looking for a simple, casual pair of leather gladiator sandals without a lot of embellishment, but with some style, some structure, some je ne sais quois.  I won’t find them.  Anywhere.  And I need something, don’t I?  So I’ll buy something.  And at the time, it will seem like a wise purchase.  
The first pair of sandals I buy will be so pretty. They’ll be cute and trendy and on sale.  They will probably have a wedge heel and might be sporting some faux turquoise.   I’ll imagine wearing them with capris and t-shirt dresses, or worn jeans and a white button down. To a cook out, maybe, or a summer music festival because, even though I haven’t been to a music festival in, oh, twenty-five years, I can now picture myself dancing to the music of some Grateful Dead tribute band, shaking my groove thing, my moneymaker, if you will, even though it’s never made me a dime, to my knowledge, in my turquoise adorned sandals. The vision is so strong, I make the purchase and drive home in a haze of summery anticipation.  After two months in my closet, during which time they will be tried on with numerous outfits, including the aforementioned capris and t-shirt dresses, I’ll realize that wedge heels don’t suit me and neither do capris and t-shirt dresses, and oh my God, fake turquoise?  Really?  
The second pair will be flat heeled and classic, but in a trendy color. Like orange, say. The problem will occur when I realize they clash with 98% of my wardrobe.  
The third pair will be a pair of flip flops from Wal-mart. They will have a slight lift in the heel area.  Just enough. I will wear them everywhere and sometime during the first week of August, one of the thongs will rip out, leaving me bereft and sandaless.  
So I’ll go shopping again, halfheartedly picking through the sale racks, looking for something I can put on my feet that will downplay my cankles and bunions, while highlighting my delicate arches and narrow foot. Suddenly, a golden light will shine down from the ceiling of the Macy’s shoe department and onto the very pair of sandals I’ve coveted all summer long.  Angels will sing.  I’ll fight off three determined ladies slashing at me with their 50% off coupons (if you purchase with your Macy’s credit card and aren’t buying anything practical or desirable), but I’ll emerge victorious, shoes in hand, with nary a paper cut, finally ready to take on summer.
I’ll wear those sandals every day and every night and they will be perfect.  But soon the weather will cool, my toes will beg my socks to come out from the back of the drawer, and I’ll reluctantly commend my most favorite pair of sandals ever to the recesses of my closet for a peaceful winter slumber.
“At least”, I think, “I can still wear them next year.”
Yeah, and maybe when I pull the socks out from the back of my drawer, they won’t all have holes, either.

Peace out, Chicksters  


  4 comments for “Fashion is a Two-Faced Bitch: Sandals

  1. June 6, 2014 at 5:31 pm

    This is soooo familiar. And in your hands, sooooooo funny. In real life, so exasperating!


  2. June 7, 2014 at 4:40 am

    Hi Jenny-I'm glad I'm nt the only one with shoe issues, but I hope you find your perfect pair this year!


  3. June 16, 2014 at 1:55 pm

    I have a pair of blue wedge sandals that I love, and find myself shopping for actual clothes to wear them with. That's how we women roll, Chicken!


  4. June 17, 2014 at 12:33 am

    Meg- I have the perfect dress to go with your shoes! It's not easy being us.


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