I am predictable and I realize this.
(Please to reflect back upon my many ramblings about how the word play here is MIZFIT and MISFIT not Miss. Fit.)
There are many facets of my life where I trust my gut implicitly.
Eyeglass frames (ooooh foreshadowing!)
You get the idea.
I know what I like or what to do or how to react innately & simply proceed in that direction.
Lacking in the list above? Shoes (non-athletic to be specific).
Overall I go with what I like clothing-wise and really dont think too much about it.
I let comfort be my fashion-guide (they don’t call me Jumpsuit McGee for nothing).
The problem occurs when, on rare occasion, I leap out of my comfort-zone.
Which leads me to my birthday gift to myself.
Purchased that day as a tiny five year old voice cheered me on.
We were both super PLATFORM excited–until we got purchased platform-treats home & realized we (I drag her into everything) had no clue what to wear them with.
We both loved the fact each shoe came
in its own home with its own little bag:
I immediately went for the
skinny strong jeans:
While the Tornado enjoyed them with short-shorts:
So, oh reader, that’s the conundrum I toss in your lap & look to your for wisdom.
No fitness. All fashion.
I adore my new taupe’tastic platform shoes.
I’d hate to surrender them back to the store & chalk it all up to an overzealous YAY Im 42!! moment.
**The Tornado practically had a panic attack when I explained to her we were allowed to return the shoes as long as we didnt wear them (I know. again with the we.). I think she really believes all the clothing items she lays claim to now for when she’s 16 (?) will be packed and waiting for her. Where the notion of age 16 came from I have no idea…