Paris Hilton Gives Good Shoe

When I first heard Paris Hilton was coming out with a shoe line, I rolled my eyes. There was already the perfume, right? I’d avoided smelling those. I mean, do we really need to know what a train wreck smells like? It looks…kinda awful. But THEN. Then, I was in Marshall’s the other day and something shiny caught my eye. Before I realized what was happening, I was standing before a mirror wearing a pair of patent leather heels, complete with a black ribbon bow. LIKE. WANT. NEED. Suddenly, guys, I’m a Paris Hilton fan.

I bought these heels for a formal event I’m attending next weekend, to be paired with a formal ball gown, in fact. But trying them on in the store, I was wearing a pair of jeans and the shoes still looked pretty darn badass. The fit was incredible for a heel. My toes weren’t smushsed, there were no obvious parts of the shoe that seemed to be chaffing, and the height was about 4″. I suppose that’s high, but it was perfect for my Seven for All Mankind jeans (for reference, not for bragging–got ‘em at a consignment shop!) and they’ll be perfect to keep my formal gown off the floor as well. And did you see the contrasting sole? It’s the closest I’ll ever get to Manolo Blahnik, for crying out loud, so I’ll take it.

Now, standing before the mirror, doing the leg pivot repeatedly, the neurosis in me was nervous that the bow might get dirty, but I shook that off, because PRETTY, right?! And, so suppose I just don’t wear them to the next hoe-down, okay? It’s a compromise. I was also worried the patent leather would be too flashy, but like any shoe, it simply depends on how you pair it up with your outfit. Honestly, looking at them in the box, I wasn’t exactly sold; for a woman in a common law marriage with Dansko, this isn’t my typical style. But once they were on, I pretty much had to have them.  And no, I haven’t yet worn them to the event. But! I’m more or less banking on my love for the look to numb the inevitable pain that wearing any 4″ heel will bring.

The shoe is available here, and if you’re lucky, your local Marshall’s might have if for nearly half the price. (That’s where I got mine!)

The review I never thought I’d write: Crocs. In public.

Some people love Crocs.

Some people do not love Crocs.

And then there is me.

I have been on a personal crusade against Crocs since the first time I saw a grown woman step out into public with neon styrofoam on her feet.  I have said, repeatedly, that you we should be careful not to confuse packing material with shoes.  I have said, to anyone that will listen (and a few who would not), that we should stand up and demand more from our shoes.  Nay, from ourselves!

On my most recent visit to New York City, the only pair of shoes I came home with came from a Crocs store.

How does this happen?

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