I realized two things on Sunday.
1. Deep in my fashion heart, I'm a yankee yuppie.
It's spring. Spring means khakis, madras plaids, and penny loafers.
I feel mildly treasonous.
2. I'm no longer a shoe beggar.
Beggars can't be choosers. For a very long time, the priority quality of a shoe was how cheap it was. Size was important of course but style and/or liking the shoe, far less so. I've worn a lot of ugly shoes because they were all I could find that I could afford. I'm not big into shoes like many of my XX compatriots are but still.
Hubby's in the favored-customer club for a group of shops at a local outlet mall and recently got a coupon for 40% off the entire purchase at the Bass shop. Having worn my old loafers (see #1 above) to shreds a few years back, getting a double discount at Bass was just the thing. It was an amazing feeling to try on shoes at Bass (and a few other places, too), knowing that if the shoe didn't fit or if I didn't like the style, I didn't have to buy it, even with the deep discount. (Conclusion: no size of penny loafer felt right. So I bought tassel loafers. I feel so bougois. Also bought a pair of interesting but stylish 'clogs,' something like
these from Easy Spirit). It was an enlightening feeling to not be forced into a purchase because it was the only choice.