you are only as interesting as your shoes
a friend recently shared a concept re. what we have in our shoe closets saying something about our personality…..is he correct? Think about your own collection.
- My favorite bright red or pink and assorted collection of Mary Jane’s say signature Mel and slightly quirky (perfect with tights and a skirt).
- Knee high suede black boots with a smart heel (or any hot boot with a heel – the click is critical, ladies) make me feel confident and completely in control at the head of the executive table or leading a crowded speaking engagement.
- My comfy Danskos say long day ahead, she must be in healthcare, and please don’t wear me with a suit
- Barefoot says the mat is a callin’
- Both the hot Harley boots and pink cowboy boots say sass and perhaps a little too much shopping at Chuck’s House of Boots.
- Conservative Sperry’s that say she surely can’t be the senior professional who has multiple tattoos (yep, my personal paradox)
- Pointe shoes equal my love for the ballet
- Cute navy heels show a little ‘toe cleavage’ – (I don’t know what they say other than I know the word “toe cleavage”)
Regardless, what does your shoe collection say about you? Fashion forward, comfort, sass, sexy, confidence, professional, relaxed, or just plain too worn out to care? Since my favorite and quirky Mary Jane’s are my favorite, it feels fitting to bring you up to speed on some recent ‘Murphy or Mel’ moments that are only mine:
- Upon returning from a long trip recently and still dazed and confused about being back in my routine, I opened the door to the car, sat down, and closed the door…only to realize it wasn’t my car, nor was it anywhere near the same color. Black is not the new white.
- I created a hashtag for my daughter and friends after some silly photos, only to have the darn iPhone auto spell-check change #goforitgirl to #go forfeit. Not exactly the encouraging empowerment I envisioned.
- Purchased a darling new dance shirt for my daughter after a recent competition. It spelled “dancer” in bold silver glitter across her back, starting and ending shoulder to shoulder. Unfortunately, this ridiculously expensive shirt didn’t get her compliments, it came with questions about why she was wearing the word “cancer” in glitter across her back.
- While in Massachusetts for a yoga workshop, I awoke to the very clear sound of a Midwest tornado alarm. Knowing the drill, I grabbed my pillow and shoes and started calling for my roommate to do the same. She sat up and with this priceless look said, Melissa, you are in New England. (Apparently the same tone in MA is a call for volunteer fire fighters.)
- Recently visiting a local store that sells natural oils, incense, silver jewelry and meditation resources, I walked out very happy with my purchases but with a distinct smell of sage on me. A sage that well, had its own distinct smell. And of course, this aroma was not going away but exacerbated by my small car with windows closed as I went to pick up my 8th grader. (Parent moment: Do I tell her that I smell like hashish, or do I let it go and hope it isn’t as noticeable as I’m trying to convince myself?) Yeah, right – the minute she entered the car, she looked at me with wide eyes as if to say, what the heck is that smell on you? So, as I have always done, I gave her truth. It just is. We both smelled like weed.
While not a shopper, I do love a great pair of shoes, and the stories that pave the way. It doesn’t really matter what shoes I’m wearing, my life as a living caricature, and the stories that accompany are just part of the Murphy or Mel charm. Cheers.