I tend to gravitate toward heights.
I seek out hills to run up, like the view from my b-i-l’s Beacon Hill pad, wear high heels. Even my hair gets high (via a topknot, not “teasing”!).
In fact, my heels have been getting higher each season: last spring I ventured into three-inch territory; this fall I’ve been perching on four-inch stems.
But as the gray clouds roll in, my mood is shifting, too, and I’m tired of scraping the sky; I’m leaning more and more toward the flat of the hill.
Today, for instance, I wore dark skinny cropped jeans, a nipped-in navy blazer, and super-pointy tweed flats with a chartreuse velvet ribbon trim. The “right” heels certainly could have worked, but flats seemed to punctuate the look perfectly.
Do you have “high” and “low” days, or are your shoe moods more consistent?