Sartor Resartus

There's been a lot of talk of clothing choices recently, so I though I'd share my current style dilemma. I am an inherently lazy gal. There is no shame in this distinction—I always seem to get the job done—but it does mean that as I force myself into a post-collegial world there's a few things I need to brush up on. The most obvious victim of my sloth is any kind of stylish or interesting sartorial choices.

When I left the big, important university in the big city, I was no longer a nearly emaciated scenester who only went to school so I didn't have to get a job. I was suddenly an academic, shuffling from home to class to neighborhood bar with neither the time nor the energy to change clothes or care about what clothes I was wearing. Heels, once an absolute staple in any ensemble, were the first to go. And save 2 weddings, 1 Valentine's Day, and my own graduation, I haven't donned a pair in over three years.

I look back on my last few years of college in Memphis fondly. It was quiet and lovely, and pretty damn fun (without landing anyone in rehab or the looney bin). Perhaps this is why I start to hyperventilate when I contemplate wearing heels out in public. Like Dorothy, I fear I'll click my glitter pink Miu Miu t-straps and suddenly be transported from my couch to some Lower East Side drug den, the dawn chasing me, dice clacking in the background. Now this is obviously ridiculous, and lately I've been feeling the tug of style, so I buckled and grabbed a few pairs of heels on eBay:

I just found these Miu Miu spectator booties really special. I have no idea how I'll wear them but the price was right, and Miu Miu shoes are always stunning and modern-classic.

I have a feeling if I really stick with it, these Marni kicks from Spring '07 could replace my Tom's and flip flops as my staple summer shoe. I love the dark brown leather. And the lucite!!