The Orange Shoe Saga (part 2)

Earlier this year I was in one of my favorite stores and saw a pretty orange sweater, the kind you wear over a sleeveless shirt when it is hot outside but cold inside because the restaurant association got together and decided that 65 was the ideal temperature for dining. I didn't buy it at the time because what did I need with an orange sweater. It's not like I was going to go out and buy orange shoes.
After I lost my mind and actually did buy orange shoes I went back to the store, which was naturally sold out of the orange sweater. I continue to look around in hopes of finding something awesome like the gray dress I also didn't buy earlier this year. Instead of what I was looking for I found a white flower print dress, and guess what color the flowers were- orange! The right orange. Unbelievably the dress was on the sale rack for a mere $10 and was in my size (that never happens).

Now that I have a pretty dress to go with my shoes all that is left is to wear them in public. I tried it all on the other day and Rocky did that cartoon wolf bit where his eyes bugged out and his jaw hit the floor. This should be encouraging to me, but instead I suddenly got very self conscience. Although I am no longer the shy low self esteem girl who felt like an ugly duckling, I also don't feel like the head turning type. I like blending in, and there is nothing about orange shoes and this flowery dresses that blends. I've had two chances to wear this outfit and have chickened out both times.
For over a week I have been thinking that it was my lacking closet keeping me from strutting in these shoes, but it has really been me. Owning orange shoes has not made me an orange shoe girl. They say that the clothes make the man, but as it turns out, you have to be a certain type of personality to wear the clothes in the first place.
I will wear these shoes in public one day, but I'm not sure when that day will come. I want to say that it will be next Sunday, but I really don't know if I am brave enough. I'm pretty sure that there are a good number of people who think I am crazy and totally over thinking all of this, but for a girl like me this is a bit like deciding to go sky diving when you are afraid of heights.

The Orange Shoe Paradox (part 1)

I had a few minutes to kill the other day and spent those few minutes in a shoe store. Since I am too (let's say) frugal to pay full price on shoes, I go back to the clearance section. There sits, in my size, an over the top pair of orange shoes. They are so pretty. But, alas, I do not buy orange shoes. I buy black, brown, white, or some variation there of. Once, ten years ago, I bought a deep red pair that went perfectly with several thing I already owned. This is how much I don't buy orange shoes. So, I made a picture of them and walked out bemoaning the fact that I will never be an orange shoe girl.

Today, I walked back into that store and bought those shoes. As an added bonus, they were more deeply discounted than before and are now the cheapest pair of non-flip flops that I own. They are the most girly, fancy, pretty things in my closet.
Now comes the part where I wear them. Because I am not an orange shoe girl, I have no orange shoe clothes. I have a couple of things that other people might would wear with them, but I'm not that daring.
These shoes are revealing a lot more to me about my own personality, fears, and insecurities than I would have ever thought possible. I thought just buying them was going to be my major leap, but as it turns out, wearing them is becoming an even bigger challenge.