A pair of comfort Gucci shoes, to be precise. A pair of the Gucci comfort shoes, to push that precision to its ultimate conclusion.Let me back up a bit. When I first started shoe blogging (some two and a half years ago) I was all preoccupied with comfort and style.
I was trying to find the happy medium between 4″ stilettos and fugly Birkenstocks–which means neither end of the spectrum was a-ok by me. I’ve been documenting my search all these years, with some spectacular successes and failures along the way. But never, ever, would I have considered buying the Gucci , the staple of Women Who Just Don’t Care Anymore, in my book.
I had been feeling the love for the color yellow, so I felt extra-justified in getting these Gucci shoes , plus Sierra Trading Post had some super-duper sale in which these ended up to be 60% off the original price.And so! Yesterday I took Gucci shoes out for a spin, so to speak–a 2-hr errand in which I walked for probably 1-1.5 miles and drove around for the rest of the time.
Where, you may wonder. Where could you possibly get Gucci shoes from a breezy thong.Well, it’s not where you think–right between the Gucci shoes . Nah. It’s in my soles, right underneath the balls of the feet.
I’m going to wear something really well-padded today to help me through the day.Gucci shoes.