Friend or Foe

I've always thought of flats as a sort of staple in the wardrobes of the conservative and demure; those for whom high heels are considered 'special occassion' shoes, and most certainly not day wear. I understand that for many women, the issue is comfort- nothing more and nothing less so I'm speaking only for myself when I say that walking out the door in anything less than three inches is the equivalent of being bare foot, or worse yet, naked!

Which brings me to a couple of weekends ago, when the boy and I decided to peruse the racks at It's A Wrap. I don't know if it was the ombre, the reptile skin, the metallic, or the rose gold hardware, but something about the excess coaxed the love-to-hate relationship I have with flats right out of me- by way of my wallet.

Now, it's been three weeks since I took the plunge and I still haven't worn them but this Sunday's brunch-date might be their golden hour. I'm thinking of pairing a simple black romper with a black lace cardigan and something tells me that the shimmering wild of these flats might just be the light I need.

Shoes: Sam Edelman