No matter how much I fight it, I tend to go back to my androgynous state. It’s not like I don’t want to embrace this style, but my husband have such adverse reaction whenever I wear menswear footwear that I’d rather skip on being called Ronald McDonalds or a school boy.
My recent trip to Paris had me channeling Caroline De Maigret though, pulling out the French’s uniform of cigarette pants, oversized shirt and what else?… menswear shoes. Anthony was less appalled by this pearl encrusted version from Coliac so I think I can get away with it for a little while. I wonder what his reaction will be like when he sees me in this Stella McCartney number. Pushing it much? It wouldn’t be a marriage otherwise.