There is an odd sticker on a signpost near my place. I see it every day on my way to work. I am not sure if “No Fun” is a comment on the affixerâ€™s life or if itâ€™s intended to be a directive for the passing pedestrians.
Well, not on this day, Mr. Affixer. Not for me.
That day â€“ that bright and sunny day â€“ was blue brogue day. A day filled with fun and frolic in the office. A day filled with skipping down the hall. (I do skip sometimes, and yeah, it is a bit incongruent.)
Brogue Backstory: I decided a few weeks ago that I needed a pair of brogues â€“ or if push came to shove â€“ a pair of saddle shoes. Theyâ€™re in all the magazines. And on the feet of cool people everywhere â€“ especially New York â€“ where most of the cool people live. But most of the styles I saw online were too dainty. Too cutesy. Too delicate. Just not Christine.
Over the course of browsing during my lunch hour, I sent several shoe links (they were not all hell no’s) to my colleagues, J. and V. Theyâ€™re young and stylish and I value their opinions on the hip, the cool and the now.
Oh sure, they liked some of the examples I sent, but nothing was doing it for them (or me) until I saw the shoe. Yes, I found the sexy shoe of smoldering delight.
I giddily sent them the link to my new beloved, which they disliked. (Actually I think the emotion was hatred but they struggled â€“ oh, they struggled â€“ to be polite with their comments.)
So I wore my shoes to work (after I brought them home and fondled them for a bit) and solicited opinions. (Which apparently is an odd thing to do about a fashion choice.) But I was so excited about them and I wanted to show them off.
They were not a hit with the under-40 crowd.
- â€œThey might look better with bootleg pantsâ€
- â€œThey make your feet look smaller.â€
- â€œIf you like them, thatâ€™s the important thing.â€
- â€œHow many outfits do you have that would go with blue shoes?â€
- â€œDid they come in any other colours?â€
- â€œThey look like short cowboy boots.â€
I though perhaps the shoe was just a tad mature for them and that my contemporaries would see the beauty of the shoe and, in fact, two did express a fondness for the shoe. But a thirdâ€™s comment wasâ€¦..”ummm….”