After wandering in markets and picnicking under the glorious spring sun, finishing two rather heavy books (in order to combat my very last philosophy essay of the year) and spilling vintage apple cider on my macbook and panicked (macbook is fine but a few keys became sticky, eek!) lately, I am back to contemplating about shoes.
In the past month, I have been trying to hunt down a good pair of suede ankle bottines, hoping that it will add to my wardrobe staples (which are actually, already filled with timeless staples in the safest shades). But when I tried on a pair at APC in New York, they just didn't look right - or rather, they are lovely, but they really don't go well with me. (It could be due to my height, could be due to the cut, how it allows space for the ankle to move around during walking cycle, how it alters my gait. This I shall never elucidate)
Another garment that suffers the similar fate for me is a blazer. I've seen many really well-cut, beautiful blazers, and many girls looking rather superbly stylish in a blazer. But whenever I try on one, it just feels so wrong, so wrong that I don't feel like being myself momentarily unless I ditch it and switch back to my faithful cardigans.
So now, I am back into searching for the androgynous, playful oxfords to be worn through winter to spring and ha, they are really the boots made for walking, let it be cobblestone paths, mosaic grounds or English countryside.