Monday, March 12, 2012
I put my new shoes on -- Thanks Mr. Nutini. . .
Very cheerful and perfect for us shoe-lovers
Fluevog brogues (Encourage Connies, in case you want deets), bought with May's trip to Paris in mind, and broke them in walking to work. First time I'd put them on since buying them, and I was a bit nervous about the 40-minute walk each way -- nary a blister!
But I threw on my coat & fedora, wrapped a cuddle of a cashmere scarf around my neck and enjoyed the walk, happily ignorant of just how rumpled I looked until I got home and checked the photos.
Visible Monday crowd -- they'll show you how it's done. Also read Mardel's charming and stylish post on her life without a full-length mirror, exploring her style through its photographed moments. Her snapshots display considerably more finesse than mine do, but our sentiments are similar.
What about you? How do you feel when a photograph reveals that the style you felt inside was belied by the look projected on the outside? Do you shrug it off or shrink in mortification? Do tell. . . (as for me, life's too short for worrying about what's already done, especially if all we're talking is wrinkles and rumples -- but those pants have got to go!)