V-Grrrl in Black Leather

With the cool days of fall upon us, I’ve been able to unearth my favorite boots from the back of the closet. Sleek and black, with impossibly long pointy toes and short pointy heels, these boots walk the fine line between evil and elegant, silly and sexy. The E-Man calls them Grinch shoes. The children think they were made by elves. I rather like to think they’re what the Wicked Witch of the West would wear on a hot date. Love them or hate them, these boots demand an opinion.

They’re Isaac Mizrahi’s and sport a lovely long seam down the center of the vamps, highlighting all their slender, sharp-toed glory. The impossible tips invite admiration and fear. Ooh baby, they’re sexy—but make a wrong move and they’ll land in a spot of the anatomy that can readily receive them. Likewise the spike heels are low enough to keep me steady on my feet and narrow enough to elicit a gasp. Stopping just above my  ankle, my boots are topped with a line of fine decorative stitching and an improbably small and sweet bow, like a coy smile that can be interpreted a dozen different ways.

Having these boots in my closet is like having a race car parked in the garage. When I slide these boots on, I think two things: fast and sharp. Most of my shoes are station wagons—sturdy, practical, and oh so to the right. But not my Isaac’s. No, no, no. When I pull them out of their hot pink and orange box and slide their zippers up, my heart hits the accelerator, and pulls into the passing lane. Out of my way, world. These boots are made for V-Grrrl. 

© 2005 Veronica McCabe Deschambault. All rights reserved.

October 12, 2005

Comments

[Shirl Grrrl]

Ah, but we need a visual presentation, V-Grrrl in the sinful boots along with a black leather mini-skirt that I know you at one time owned! Alas... I have outgrown my own leather mini, but it hangs in my closet, still hopeful....

[V-Grrrl]

You have to use your imagination on the visuals. I sold my mini skirt and my fitted black leather jacket 20 pounds ago. I may like leather but don't want to look like a cow in it.

That's the beauty of shoes and boots. You may get tired of them or wear them out but you seldom outgrow them. I have a great pair of cowboy boots from 1986. :0

Toward the end of my second pregnancy, my feet swelled. Up until that point, my whole body may have changed but my feet still looked like my feet--long and bony. It's not that they were pretty, but they were the same as always, a big deal when the rest of me was so foreign. The day I looked down and saw puffy, square Fred Flintstone feet, I couldn't bear it. I cried and cried and cried. And then I understood the "barefoot and pregnant" line because I couldn't fit my feet into any of my shoes.

[V-fan Jan]

V: I know exactly what you mean, I have those same boots, girl! I've got a great brown pair too, except taller, making me feel even more powerful! Amazing- the effect of footwear on our personality!! I always say- If you find something that makes you feel great, buy it in every color you can - of course, only colors that bring out the rest of our wardrobe and complements our complexions! Lovin' your stuff! Jan

[V-Grrrl]

Jan,

We are two hot desperate housewives! Know any cute lawn boys?

V

[Claudia]

I'll second and third those demands - photo V., we need a photo of those hot little boots. My 'superwoman' boots are just above the knee and black suede with darling little roses stitched in to the fabric. When I zip them, slowly, over my calf and the zipper keeps going over my knee I feel a sort of 'stripper'esque' calm settle over me and my confidence soars through the roof. Of course, it might be in part, due to the shorter skirts I tend to wear with them so people can SEE them.

All I know is my s/o thinks their pretty special too. *weg*

Morning to you from very, very cold Cape Cod.

Claudia