Category Archives: shoes
Ladies and gentlemen, I wore flats to a Lower East Side bar on a Saturday night. Now, to clarify, I did not do this on purpose. I left my apartment in spiked Sam Edelman heels. But about 10 minutes into being at the bar, I literally thought I was going to start crying from the pain. And I was NOT sober, so you know it had to be bad. I ended up switching into my spare flats and realized a few very important things that might make me reconsider my shoe choices (hahahaha just kidding…). Read the rest of this entry
It should come as no surprise that I’m somewhat of a shoe junkie. The higher the heel the better, in my opinion. When I’m on the subway, I look down not in an attempt to avoid eye-contact with my fellow passengers, but because I’m silently judging their shoe choices. Poor shoe selection is one of those things that really irks me about a person. Like I totally understand different taste, but I don’t understand on what planet some people think their shoes are acceptable. It kills me. Similar to women who don’t wear make-up, I think women who don’t wear heels (or at the very least some freaking adorable ballet flats, Oxfords, or riding boots) need a smack across their face. Or maybe they just need to read this post, and see what their shoe choices are really saying about them. Read the rest of this entry
Because most moments in a woman’s life generally come back to a Sex and the City reference, it seemed only fitting that I have a Carrie-embodying occasion as I opened my latest pair of shoes. The particular episode I’m recalling is when the ladies discuss their secret single behaviors. For those of you who don’t know, SSBs are those odd things we wouldn’t dare attempt letting another person see us do — especially a significant other.
As I was tearing my way into a new box of shoes, I discovered my own SSB: taking a shoe’s virginity. Ok, it’s not as weird or as vulgar as you’re probably imagining (get your head outta the gutter!), but it definitely goes along with what Carrie and Miranda discuss in the episode. Allow me to explain. Read the rest of this entry
I recently had a conversation with a coworker who was talking about starting a blog, and it reminded me of my long discarded attempts at starting (and never publishing) my own blog. Once upon a time ago, I dreamed of being the next Carrie Bradshaw — without the rent controlled apartment but with, arguably more valuable, the ability to form a declarative sentence. And the shoes. The shoes would be mine.
But then I woke up and realized I was a workaholic. I had made a new dream and I was pushing myself every day to accomplish it. So now that I’ve earned VP title at an amazing social media agency, it’s time to go back to those old dreams.
And thus, I bring you Hipster in High Heels. My first foray into personal blogging. This will be indulgent, laden with photos of shoes, recounts of my New York City adventures and of course, soaked in snarky observations of life.
This is my first post. As the true -aholic I have become, I’m earning my chip of desire.
Goal 1: Don’t fall off the wagon