BCBGMT

BCBG Mousetraps

About 5 years or so ago I purchased a simply divine pair of BCBG pumps. They are white canvas trimmed in tan leather piping and covered tan embroidered “BCBG” lettering. They sport a pointed toe, 4 inch heels, tan leather insoles and a simply adorable little tan bow perched right on top.

To put it in plain English, these shoes are what I imagine it would feel like wearing mousetraps on your feet. Very stylish mousetraps, but mousetraps just the same.

Every two years or so I stumble across them and am lured by their infinite cuteness into wearing them. The first two hours I am lulled into a false sense of security and then at the two hour and one second point, the trap slams shut and I’m crippled for the duration of my sentence.

I am of the religion that my feet would have to gush geysers of blood for me to remove any offending shoe in public. Therefore I suffer.

The last time the BCBGMTs (BCBG mousetraps) ensnared me was about a month ago. I held it together for 9 hours (translated into 7 hours of pain) and tried to make a smooth exit from work. I almost made it to the hallway when the trap tightened sending a shot like white-hot lightning from my pinky toe right into the portion of my brain that registers extreme pain.

Needless to say, the traps are tucked away for another two years until they entice me back into their cute confines of torture.

Melanie
07/23/2009

My love of shoes

I have a relationship with shoes that spans 35 years. My grandmother would bring home bags of clothes from this little old lady she worked for that my cousins and I would play dress up. Picture 7 and 8 year olds wearing tiny patent leather stiletto pumps. Disturbing image I admit, but the monster was created.

The same aforementioned grandmother purchased my first pair of real high heels. I still can picture them. They were tan leather sandals (yes, I was fashion forward at 13 and knew nude was hot). Unfortunately these were the days of pantyhose and my feet would slide forward thus causing the dreaded “toe-overhang”.

I learned how to walk while pulling my toes back. Not for the faint-hearted.

This blog is an attempt to invite others into the wonderful world that is my relationship with shoes. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not the chick who will spend $500.00 dollars on a pair of shoes. Hell, my car payment isn’t that much. But I can tell you where to get a good bargain, where to get a pair in that impossible to find color that won’t break your bank or you Achilles’.

Welcome to my world.

An Ode to My Shoes

Brown, black, red, purple even a plaid pair in pink.
My wardrobe starts with shoes, they're the pen if my clothes the ink.

My heart skips a beat at a sign that shouts sale,
Emails make me happy, as do coupons from the mail.

When I see that little box on my doorstep.
I’m over the moon and my step has added pep.

So to my over 300 pair, I love you all.
I’ll write more, after I’m back from the mall.

Melanie 07/22/2009