According to my mother, it was time to replace my favorite pair of navy blue Me, Too flight attendant shoes. She made it very clear the last time I saw her in New York when she said, “You’re not going to walk through the terminal in those, are you?” staring at my feet.
“Why?” I said, quickly kicking them off and running to the closet for my back up pair, a boring pair of black Nine West heels that look more like loafers than heels. I don’t know what I’d been thinking when I bought those, but I purchased them in the dead of winter, so they must have looked…warm? Or something. I don’t know, but my Kew Gardens car had already called to tell me they were waiting outside to take me to the airport, so there was no time to spare, no time to figure out something else to wear.
“Must you really ask why?” my mother said, picking my shoes up off the floor and making an ugly face. “They’re all scuffed up!”
Okay, so my shoes were bad, but they weren’t that bad, not make an ugly face bad!
As soon as I got back to LA I jumped into my car and drove to DSW. I spent hours trying on shoes. Normally I go for something cute and feminine with a little strap and buckle and a low heel, but I must have been feeling a little dull or something because I picked out a conservative pair of super comfy Aerosoles in black. I wouldn’t say I love this particular pair of shoes, but they don’t look bad with the uniform and they do feel amazing while vacuuming the floor and doing dishes, which is what I did this morning while testing them out. I’m working from New York to Los Angeles in business class on Thursday, which is the perfect trip to test them out for real, so check back in a few days and I’ll let you know how it went.
Yeah, that's me, the one standing in the aisle wearing flammable polyester...