Fast forward (almost) a year, and, apart from my pillow-for-the-feet Toms, these Jeffrey Campbell Litas are my most worn-in shoes. I've walked across college campuses, down the sides of highways, beside lakes, through puddles, up and down countless stairs, on planes and trains, and even slept in them a few times when it was just too much to take them off.
And, to my surprise, they are in really good condition. I usually have to get a pair of shoes re-heeled within a year, obviously depending on how often I wear them and the style and size of the heel itself. These heels are chunky as hell, which means they are very supportive, provide better balance (I think I've only done a face-plant in them once!), and hold up better to the elements than stilettos. The only downside is that chunky heels are harder to repair and, therefore, cost more to get repaired. And, since the heel is such a (literally) big part of the shoe's design, getting them repaired could possibly fuck up the entire aesthetic of the shoe. For example, a lot of replacement tips are black, and if you don't go to a good repairman (which are hard to find these days, since most people buy cheap shoes and throw them out when they get worn down), they may not try to match the color of the heel. A black tip on a stiletto is common and forgivable (to an extent), but a black tip on this kind of heel would be very noticeable and fugly (actually, it might look pretty awesome on these, but that's not the point).
Now, I walk a lot. I mean, a lot, a lot. I do not have the funds (yet) for a private car service, or even regular cabs for that matter. This means walking to my destination from the nearest subway stop. And, late at night, it's faster to walk 37 blocks (like I did last night!) than wait upwards of 45 minutes for a train, only to wait another 45 minutes when you have transfer to another line. 37 blocks is a lot of walking. Especially when you've been dancing your ass off for the past four hours. Obviously this begs the question: OMG ARE YOUR SHOES OKAY?? Here are what my heels look like after 10.5 months of tough-love with the sidewalk:
I'll definitely need to get them repaired before the colder months, when I'll be wearing them even more often. But still, this isn't bad for a year. Not bad at all. Actually, it looks a lot worse zoomed it like that. It looks like a termite threw a Christmas-in-July party for all of his friends and started eating my
They're kinda funny, these shoes. When I bought them last year they had just come out, and I never saw another pair in North Carolina - ever. These are insane for NC. Bonkers. Which is why I loved them so much. Not only did they make me six feet tall, they were a statement. And they still are, but here's the thing: I see them all the time in New York. There's a variation of this style in every storefront window. I can't go out at night without seeing at least four other pairs. This city is a Jeffrey Campbell orgy. And, while I was surprised (i.e. fucking pissed) at first, I'm totally okay with that. Power to the pumps! Let's start a J.C. (no not Jesus Christ, the other guy) Lolita club with bi-monthly meetings where we all meet and fondle each other['s] [shoes]! Starting Facebook group now!
POSTS COMING SOON: Shoe anatomy, shopping for shoe-repair, and more stuff that will help you look like less of a dummy.