Even though I’ve been stalking the halls in four to five-inch covered platforms, a feeling I like to call “Miss Priss” has slowly been washing over me. You know—the desire to wear something unabashedly feminine that’s not in navy, charcoal, or black.
It must be the advent of spring.
So here’s a pair of sandals that has quite captured my imagination. They’re on the verge of being too grown up, like something my très elegant grandmere would have worn on Worth Avenue with a crisp, white shirtdress. (No Lilly for her; Grandmere was an iconoclast.)
I’d never choose these seriously, but worn with a dash of irony, they’d suit my current Miss Priss mood. Perhaps with a shirtdress from Isaac for Liz in an unexpected color of Kelly green? Perhaps with shorts and an embroidered tunic that isn’t trying too hard.
And by the way? These are by Kate Spade.
I’ve made exactly two purchases from KS—a large navy baby bag (aka diaper bag) and a gorgeous navy leather daybook—both bought before she went all Nordstroms on us.
But there’s a new designer in the house, and she’s trying to make KS cool again. We’ll see.
I tried these on today. No amount of irony is going to work; they're just NOT me. C'est la vie; that's what try-ons are for!