Sometimes I think my fashion taste forgets who I am and what I look like. Like today for instance, when I stumbled across these shoes in my salemail and “had to have them.”
Sure, they’re fly and I am a sucker for any and all metallics, but the fact that I felt like an idiot even typing the word “fly” just now, should confirm that I don’t have the street cred for these babies. And unless I run off to join America’s Best Dance Crew, I don’t see posessing that level of swagger in my near or distant future. Of course, I know that if I did decide to go for it and order a pair, they would only end up sitting in my closet with all the other things I “swore” I’d wear. Poncho collection, camo capris and awkward button-up sweater vest, I’m lookin’ at you.
But still, even though I know better than to buy these, I want them. A feeling that is all too familiar. In fact this is a trend that I can trace back to almost every part of my life, i.e. the pierced and tattooed guy that I convinced myself would wake up and get serious some day that only ended up stalking me, or the frat boy I tried so hard to will into the “perfect boyfriend” in college. It seems that all my life I want the things most that I know better than to commit to, which makes me wonder,
Whether it’s shoes or men, when it comes to the times we knew better, was it really just against our better judgement to like them or did we only like them because it was against our better judgement?
Well, even though I know better, I still love these sweet gold sneaks. So, who says I can’t pick out all the fun things I would wear with them? A little virtual dress up never hurt anyone…