I went to Kansas City this weekend. No big plans; just seizing the opportunity for a shopping trip with Stefanie and some quality time with my parents (and dogs. And some amazing Thai food. Which was tofu. Not dog.)
On the aforementioned shopping trip – an afternoon at Zona Rosa that included chai lattes and veggie pizza – Stef purchased these bits o’ hotness. This is a big deal to Stef because she is (self-proclaimed) “not a boot person.” After I picked myself up off the floor (eyewitness accounts say I was writhing about and sobbing – you know I live in boots for 8 months of the year – but truthfully I think I’d blacked out), I managed to convince her to buy them.
Not that it took a whole lot of convincing, mind you – those boots *are* seriously cute, and they *did* look seriously awesome on Stefanie. All I had to do was offer moral support and a couple outfit ideas. And pay for the displays I destroyed in my hysteria.
After an ill-fated attempt to chase some adorable yellow heels across the state (I called every DSW in Kansas, Missouri, and Chicago. No luck.), I ultimately ended the shopping trip new-shoe-less.
Y’all know that I’m nothing if not tenacious, though, and I still had a mad hankerin’ for new shoes. But not just any shoes. Inspired by my adventurous friend, I determined that I, too, needed to step outside the box. I wasn’t going to buy black wedges, or grey booties, or even blue suede flats. No tweed-y maryjanes or sporty, casual Keens. Not this time.
As I wandered the aisles of my local DSW last night, I mused upon the nature of a Kate-equivalent for Stefanie’s prior adventurousness. It is well documented that I wear flats and heels, comfort brands and not-so-comfortable ones, and shoes in every color of the rainbow.
Then the answer came to me.
It couldn’t have been more obvious.
After a quick but heated debate with my Kansas City friend, who assured me (much as I had assured her but 48 hours prior) that I could wear the shoes. That yes Converse is unusual for me, but they’re by no means “weird”. That no one would point and stare as I walked down the street in them. Oh – and “think of all the outfit potential!”
I was sold.
I seriously haven’t worn Converses since high school, and then they were the high top style, Sharpie-d into oblivion by myself and my friends. I wore them with tattered flare-leg jeans, vintage Doors and Pink Floyd raglan tees, and my duct tape purse. (It was – and I was – 2001.)
This time it’ll be different.
Just you wait and see.
Now, you might be wondering why I didn’t just post this on Two Closets. Here’s why: I’m not exaggerating when I say that this shoe purchase was a major departure for me. And I wouldn’t have done it without a friend’s inspiration and encouragement and prodding and nagging and cajoleing. So now I’m here to challenge you: What’s your rut? What one thing – big or small – would you really like to change? DO IT. Today. Right now.
(And leave a comment and let me know!)
If I can do it, so can you. Be strong, friends, and have fun!
PS>I guess I’m supposed to disclaimer that after my last DSW post on Two Closets, I was contacted by a member of their marketing team and offered a gift card as a “Thank you for shopping with us and blogging about us” treat. So DSW paid for part of my new shoes. Which only makes me love them more.