Yesterday, I decided to walk to work in my casual clothes. I dragged out my old Fluevog Angels, which I've had for about 9 years. I haven't worn them in about 4 years. I used to walk to town and shop all day in them. I figured they'd be fine to walk 40 minutes to work.
Look. How cute?
Oh, but I was wrong. They rubbed my heels so badly. It felt like I was wearing someone else's shoes! My heels both blistered badly, and are swaddled in bandaids today so that I could get around.
Fortunately, I had a pair of light Keds in my desk at work that I was able to wear all day (very attractive they were: white Mary Jane shoes with black socks! Ha! No pictures of that!).
But I realized while I was limping along: the Fluevogs WERE someone else's shoes. The old me. The fat me. The nearly-200-lb me from 4 years ago. My feet are a different shape now, because I'm 50+ pounds lighter.
Sadly, the 'Vogs are going to the consignment shop. Oh well, at least I'll probably get about $50 credit for them!
Today, I shuffled around in my boots, out for lunch and a CD shop:
My rock 'n' roll weekend casual uniform: layered long-sleeved shirt with graphic tee, skirt (not demin today, because it's too heavy for the scale when I go to Weight Watchers), funky tights and low-heeled boots.
Have a great weekend!
Cashmere sweater (J. McLaughlin, consignment), silk/cotton long-sleeved tee (Banana Republic, thrifted), jeans (Seven7, gift from Caro), shoes (Fluevog "Angels").