Tuesday, June 01, 2010

Shoesday Special Edition: Shoefinder Live!*

(Somewhat delayed, but never forgotten. . .)

Remember Abigail? Way back when I found shoes for her, none of which she actually bought, but she found some of the Fluevog shoes interesting. And since there is a Fluevog store in New York, part of our bachelorette party shopping-day plans included a visit to check them out.

Which, after a brief excursion the wrong way down Mulberry Street-- through the sad, tacky tourist strip that's what left of Little Italy and into the entirely authentic Chinatown that has replaced it-- due to a typing error into iPhone directions, we found, and shopping commenced.

Abigail tried on these shoes first. They weren't ones I'd picked out (we'll get to those in a minute), but they spoke to her, and when shoes speak you should listen. Difficult to see in this picture, but they have Funky Heels**.

These were the second choice which, though initially more promising, ended up falling short on both the looks and the comfort fronts-- Abigail thought they pinched and I thought the turned-up toes pushed them dangerously close to clown-territory.

Shoe option 1 was purchased, and there was great rejoicing.

Then Mary got in on the act:

And tried these shoes on, and found them comfy and cute, even if she did need some encouraging to get her picture taken.

She also gave these a whirl:

Which were my original blog selection (though I went with the turquoise), the sheer awesomeness of which caused me to exclaim, "I have such good taste!" in a rare moment of pure honesty. Unfortunately, they were rejected, and when I tried them on myself I understood why: The heel, though attractive, was simply too high to suit the kind of comfort they were going for and turned what could have been a sexy-but-walkable pump into something a little too unstable. If it had been about an inch-and-a-half shorter they would have been perfect, but as it was, I understood why they were turned down.

However, Mary did buy the other pair, and seeing as I was the catalyst and consultant for getting them two sales, I felt no shame at all in drinking some of the prosecco and eating one of the cupcakes the store had on offer.*** Frankly, I think I should have gotten a commission.

After the jump: More shoes! More shopping! More footnotes than are reasonably necessary!

As I think I have mentioned, this was a two-part trip. Part one was Mary's bachelorette party, a whirlwind of Broadway, dining, shopping, donuts, museums, subway confusion, and a rooftop bar on top of a La Quinta in Koreatown, and part two was the more leisurely visit to Lisa and Ryan's; replete with Scrabble and cheese and shopping (with bonus visits to the worlds of fine art auctions and high finance, and take-out burgers).

Naturally, Lisa and I managed to find ourselves some shoes. First, at Kate Spade, where the word of the day was orange (an underappreciated shoe color, in my opinion), she tried these:

Which were cute, but didn't fit quite right.

And then these:

Which had a certain funky appeal, but ultimately weren't comfortable enough for a regular summer sandal, or dressy enough to be Fancy, so they were also left behind. But wait! All was not lost, because the next day we waded**** Uptown through the rain to some of New York's finest department stores (which can be very fine indeed) and took a gander at what they had available, which is where Lisa found these fine specimens:

Less striking than the others, true, but ideal for the purposes-- cute, utterly comfy and, of course, entirely orange. They were purchased.

The declaration of a purchase having been made, we felt free to amuse ourselves by trying on some of the more frivolous shoes in stock, such as these pinup-inspired gems:

They were delightful, but never seriously considered. Neither were the mirrored fish-scale heels or the purple suede and sequin disco-fabulous platforms. I didn't take pictures, because the picture-taking was getting a little old and anyway, we were having too much fun to ruin it with documentation.

In case you were wondering, yes, I did try shoes on too. But Shoefinder isn't about me, it's about you, and besides, I was the one with the camera.

*Okay, fine, not technically live as of this moment, but live at the time.
**Which would be a really lame name for a rock band, one that would probably play covers of all the songs on the soundtrack to the new Sex and the City movie, which looks awful.
***Apparently, in New York stores do that sort of thing.
****Or, more accurately, took the subway.

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