Pointy Black Practicality

Last year I bought myself a pair of black pointy kitten heels. At first I thought the shoes were a little bit too much for school- too pointy, too evil looking, too adult. 

Soon though, I warmed up to these scary shoes and learned to love them. This was because of their sophisticated look, their classy charm, and their ability to go with everything. These were the little black flats on steroids, a step up from the irresistible classics.  I could wear them with a cute shift dress or wear them with jeans. The best part was definitely the tapping action. My presence could always be known by the dainty clicking down the hallway or quad- for the size of these little heels, the sound that they create is quite impressive.

Months went by, and I found myself leaning on my back heels more and more. I was becoming dependent and weak. In the mornings when I was feeling uncreative I could always use the formula that I had created over the course of the year: black dress+black pointy kitten heels+red lipstick+white coat+ jangly jewelry+ black sunglasses= instantly chic.  As winter approached I added tights and a scarf and maybe a black beret. The look was timeless and I felt good whenever I put the formula to use. 

I basically wore out my black pointy heels, an occurrence which rarely happens to me (unlike Conor). I have decided that for next year I really need another pair. My running shoes have lasted me two years and are in fine condition and my sneakers look brand new. It is sad to say, but very true, that my most practical shoes in my closet are a pair of worn out black pointy kitten heels.