The Girl Behind the Shoes: What do they say about you?

Hello lovelies! I’m Breanna from Adore Design Studio and bfff’s with my main gal, Amanda (whose real identity is so shrouded with secrecy that even I sometimes get confused as to who she really is…). So anyways, she asked me to do a guest post for today and I happily obliged! I mean, not only do I get to force my tid-bits of creativity and wisdom (in actuality the lack thereof) on my own meager band of followers on a day-to-day basis, but now I get to oppress her loyal readers as well! Win-Win, no?!

So, I settled on a topic that has really been bothering me lately…shoes. I must confess I like shoes. Not excessively, but enough to appreciate. I tend to think of myself as a Gap/J. Crew/Banana Republic kind of understated elegance. Simple. Functional. Beautiful.

And then my confidence came crashing down.

Let’s back up: I recently saw a pair of sandal flats at the store that just begged me to relocate them to my shoe closet (who am I kidding…I don’t have a shoe closet…but for the purpose of this story I now do, ok?…) and I said to myself, “Self- those are too cute and cheap to pass up. Buy them. Buy them now.” And I did.

I wore them to work the next day and all was well. And then the moment of discovery.

A co-worker examined my new purchase and exclaimed, “Wow, those are…cute.” Followed by a quizzical stare. So I said, “Uh, thanks?” To which she quickly replied, “No, they really are cute…I just didn’t think you would wear something like that, that’s all.”

Whhhhaaaattt?????? Does my co-worker have me pegged already? Am I that predicable?

Has my quest for understated sophistication and elegance been interpreted as…gasp… boring and dismissive? Surely not!

Her simple assumption occupied my thoughts all afternoon. What did she know about me that I didn’t? As soon as I got home I did some investigating and this is what I found:

Conclusion: blah.

She was right, damn it. My choice of colors consists mainly of black, white, brown and more black. They are all very safe, boring and wall-flowerish. So what does this mean? Are my shoes the windows to my soles (and yes, that was a carefully thought out pun, please appreciate).

I don’t pretend to know the answer to that question. I’m young, naïve and shallow at this point in my life – at least I have identified this much, right? And I also know I shouldn’t care what people think about me or the path that my decisions lead me to. People grow and evolve constantly. You are not the same person you were yesterday, so you can’t be tied down to anyones perception about you.

So, here is the view from my shoes…do what you want. Yes, lovelies, it is that simple. I don't care what Cosmo mag says your shoes say about you. You are a way too complex human being to be nailed down by your shoe selection. Don’t over-analyze, scrutinize or evaluate silly little situations such as these. I wasted precious time (when I could have been online shopping at lulus, seriously) thinking about what my coworker said to me until I realized who the heck cares! And now I’ve just wasted one hour blogging about this, geez. Ok, I’m done.

Oh, and the passive-aggressive biotch in me bought these smokin’ hot shoes for a wedding I’m going to this weekend…and yes, my coworker will be there. BAHAHAHAHA!