Last night I thought that I might, finally, have found some comfortable new shoes to wear with jeans. The Merrils felt great, and the salesman told me how much people loved these shoes. I was about to buy them when I asked the question most on my mind: "Do people wear socks with these?"
I just wanted reassurance. The style was just a tad edgy for me, and I wasn't sure about the socks. I definitely wanted to wear socks. But was that okay with this style?
The salesman leaned forward and lowered his voice, as if he were about to tell me a juicy bit of gossip. "Well, some girls do wear socks with them, but, you know, it really looks a bit tacky."
I did know. After all, I was standing there in my little ballet flats that I know perfectly well I should not be wearing socks with. But, well, my feet had been cold that morning. To add to my tacky look, the thin knee-highs weren't staying up very well, and I could feel that one had crept down and was pooling around my left ankle. I suddenly felt more than tacky. I felt like the queen of frump.
I didn't buy the shoes. And I'm torn between appreciating the salesman's fashion advice and wishing he had just lied to me about the socks. If he'd lied, I'd now have some comfortable shoes that I could wear, with socks, blissfully unaware of my tackiness.