There is never a day that I don’t get comments from Facebook followers on the heels I often wear. The truth is, I do not typically find flats comfortable at all. I have been wearing four-inch heels for the past forty years, so that is what feels natural for me both physically and psychologically.
This pair of Chanel inspired flats are reasonably comfortable. They are from Neiman Marcus Last Call. When I am running errands at the grocery, hardware, drug store, wild bird food store (they eat more than I do!), I want to wear flats to cover the mileage quickly. A friend who accompanied me once as I zipped through one of those big box stores asked if we could slow down because he was getting windburn.
The choices we make about what to wear come from a much deeper place than what we see in the mirror. When I put on a skirt that is too short or a top that emphasizes the bust a bit too much, I can’t wait to change. Prints, ruffles, and gathers of any type, as well as bulky textures, make me cringe. Style and how we present ourselves are forms of self-expression. The first rule of style (if there are any such rules) should be, wear what makes you happy!
The black sheer mesh and satin-trimmed jacket and So Slimming Ankle jeans I am wearing are old from Chico’s. The Peck & Peck white tank is old from Stein Mart. The fabulous green bag was handcrafted in Italy, and it was a gift from Uno Alla Volta when I was publishing my old blog, Fifty, not Frumpy. I am not wearing socks here. If I am comfortable without them or if the shoes have open toes, I skip the socks and hose. If I am forced to wear a dress, I do wear hose. Common sense should always prevail over any trends the younger set is following.