Sometimes it’s Done

Just like jobs, vacations, relationships and yes shoes, sometimes you just have to call it like it is, done. When I travel I try to streamline the shoe assortment to the bare minimum. Shoes are heavy and take up a lot of space in luggage. Plus I like to travel as light as possible. Less stuff means less to haul around. Which is so much easier if you are on a lot of trains, planes and subways… etc. A big heavy suitcase is cumbersome, annoying and exhausting to lug around.

I also like to travel with items, clothes and particularly shoes that are on their way out i.e. done. Getting one last spin out of them before setting them free in the world. Sadly I don’t know their fate after I have released them, but I hope they found a new purpose. One pair of shoes I loved called my NYC shoes I actually gave a watery funeral and threw them in the Hudson River. They were spectacular filigreed red velvet pumps but their life was over and deserved to be put to rest. My friend Dana and I each threw in a shoe and then cheered to the fun experiences enjoyed while donning these beauties.

My latest adventure I deemed Laurapalooza, rather pretentious sounding, but I really only meant it as fun.  During this holiday aka Laurapalooza I left a very serviceable workhorse pair of CFMs in Brussels. These shoes were by no means a favorite, but I did like them and they served me well. They cruised all over the Mediterranean last year with me and went on two military tours. I will forever fondly remember them as the shoes I was wearing when I fell off stage while performing in Moron, Spain. I am so lucky not to have really hurt myself.  Four feet into the abyss is a big drop. Yes the spot light was that bright. I could see nothing including the edge of the stage. That whole night is another story for another time.

Why did this pair get to travel so much? Because they were easy to match with many things and they were not among my pricey favorites. Never travel with anything you can’t bare to lose, words of wisdom. Trust me. As an added bonus I procured these babies on sale, deeply on sale in Boston. Thank you my road worthy friend, we traveled well together. Adieu.

Laura

CFM Meets DPT

 

A little over 4 years ago I became Dr Laura. No really I did. Apparently the good people at Boston University just hand those degrees out to anyone. I’m kidding of course. It was difficult, hard beyond words. I lost hair, gained weight, got ache, an ulcer and enjoyed a daily full fledge panic attack on top of serious levels of sleep deprivation. Ah the joys of stress. At graduation I had a bit of a dilemma… what shoes to wear with my cap and gown or if you want to get all fancy, regalia.  In my head I pictured black gowns, but no Boston’s colors are red with black. I’m all about trend setting but the purple boots I was gonna rock with the black cap and gown now seemed garish. So I went shopping. I found the perfect CFM shoes to match my prestigious new title of Dr Laura.

I guarantee no one else had these shoes on… ah higher education!

Laura