Chicago! A Great American City

Chicago doesn’t get the respect is deserves, being a “second city” and all.  I feel like Chicago is the Jan Brady of cities and NYC is Marsha.

Marsha! Marsha! Marsha!

Visit Chicago, it is delightful, great music, food and art.  Even the deep-dish pizza that hard core New Yorker’s scoff at is delicious.

But most of all I encourage you to please take an architectural tour! You will never look at a city or its buildings the same. Chicago has very grand buildings. And they do architectural tours on buses cabs, boats, bicycles, by foot and even on Segway’s.

The buildings of Chicago are like these shoes, subtle beauty- possibly missed if someone didn’t point it out to you.

I fell in love with these shoes while visiting Chicago for my birthday. Which is the only way I could justify the price, even on sale they were pricey.

But just look at them!

Green on green spectator Mary Janes!

Details the architects of the Wrigley Building could appreciate.

Laura

Three 4 One

As any true shoe fanatic will confess… the right pair of shoes is essential! And each pair has its exact purpose.

Many people (shamefully) think a black boot is a black boot is a black boot.

However, those with shoe savvy know each pair has a distinctive calling. Chances are the boots you wear with a skirt don’t really go with jeans. Dressy, causal, short heel, no heel, high-heeled…etc.

That might explain why I have 11 pairs of black boots. Yes, just black. If we include all the other colors, the number increases substantially. Which is a whole other story.

All of this is to help illustrate a point, regarding the sad tale of losing one shoe in Las Vegas. (Last week’s blog- keep up, there maybe a test ;o))

This lost shoe was integral to many outfits and its loss was not only sad but left a hole in my shoe wardrobe.

I tried; oh I tried to replace the shoe. I felt like a dejected prince charming left holding only one shoe.

In the quest to fill the gap, I acquired three replacements.

All fabulous in there own right. Maybe more so than the lost shoe.

But as corny as it sounds none alone could fulfill the role of the other shoe.

So I had to keep all three. Darn!

Please meet the definitely not ugly sisters who replaced Cinderella.

laura

 

A Reverse Cinderella Story

Every end of May there is a pilgrimage to Vegas for my dear friend Patricia’s birthday. It is our homage to ‘How Stella Got Her Groove Back’ weekend. Always fun, but nothing like ‘Hangover’. Well maybe a tiny bit some years…. But what happens in Vegas….

This last May I lost my left shoe some where on Las Vegas Blvd. How…How you might ask does someone lose one shoe? Well the simple answer is “ I don’t know”. It apparently happens a lot based on the number of single shoes I see on the side of the highway.

I thought of putting a picture of my solitary shoe on a milk carton, but its departure only seems important to me.

This pair of shoes were stylish and an important part of my shoe family.  The loss stings a bit more because the acquisition of this pair was a challenge, not a simple walk in and buy situation. I hunted this pair down.  Shoe junkies know, the hunt is sometimes fierce.

So if you happen to see a one legged drag queen hopping down Tropicana Blvd in a 5-inch wedge with natural leather filigree, stop the she male and ask questions! Offer a reward! What ever it takes!

The big dilemma is what to do with the one shoe I have left?

I ran across this photo from a recent runway show… so here is the new solution to all the unpaired shoes of the world.

Laura