Here (left) is a picture of the shoe that every single woman who lives in my northern California town either (1) owns (2) is thinking of buying or (3) was wearing at Science Night at school yesterday. Close your eyes and imagine a roomful of women -- in cropped jeans, in corduroy pants, in fleece jackets -- clogging around.
Now open them and look at this picture (below, left) indicative of the styles that are being promoted for spring and summer. Am I the only one who sees a troubling disconnect? How I wish there were a nice, open toed espadrille slide with a two-inch heel. Instead, if I am to believe the shoe stores, everyone outside my town is storking around in four-inch heels with ankle ties.
I'm 44. I have three children. As much as I'd like to look cute at the supermarket, you are not going to see me limping past the organic produce in this otherwise adorable wedge (below) unless Tony the shoe repair guy figures out how to work some magic to shave an inch off the 3 1/2 inch heel. High-heel apologists insist that the lift under the toe boxes of this year's teetering platforms make them more wearable than they appear. They are wrong.
Below is what I predict all the women in my town are going to gravitate toward when it starts to get really warm in another couple of months: