This week I give you "Ottos" (by a ridiculous [but adorable] anonymous friend who wouldn't let me use her name.)
I named my shoes “Otto.”
I call them Ottos because I was living in NYC during my 20’s “single days” and I bought them at this amazing shoe store in Chelsea - Otto Tootsie Plohound. I remember how much I loved going into that store and looking at their shoes. I didn’t have much money to spend during those years, but I remember plunkin’ it down for these. They were young, hip, cutting edge – everything I wanted to project about myself. It’s funny, because I'm not even sure I would even buy shoes from this store anymore since my style has changed SO MUCH from that time in my life.
My Ottos are the only shoes I have left from my single years (mostly because my foot has gone up almost a whole size since I became a mom (thank you Hannah)). On the occasion that I do squeeze them on, my persona and style are transported and I am just a little different. The boots MUST be paired with a black tee, silver jewelry (I couldn't afford gold jewelry back then), perhaps a thumb ring and a skull cap (pictured above with the boots).
Now I spend $100 on some stupid white tee that's extra soft – and $200 on jeans - because that’s what you do. But when I wear my Ottos, I find myself meandering into fabulous second hand stores (as a distraction from some table runner I'm supposed to buy from West Elm). I think a little broader. There are fewer rules. The world is still my oyster and I am reminded that the only money I need to spend is on housing, food, and my one weakness – shoes.
I call them Ottos because I was living in NYC during my 20’s “single days” and I bought them at this amazing shoe store in Chelsea - Otto Tootsie Plohound. I remember how much I loved going into that store and looking at their shoes. I didn’t have much money to spend during those years, but I remember plunkin’ it down for these. They were young, hip, cutting edge – everything I wanted to project about myself. It’s funny, because I'm not even sure I would even buy shoes from this store anymore since my style has changed SO MUCH from that time in my life.
My Ottos are the only shoes I have left from my single years (mostly because my foot has gone up almost a whole size since I became a mom (thank you Hannah)). On the occasion that I do squeeze them on, my persona and style are transported and I am just a little different. The boots MUST be paired with a black tee, silver jewelry (I couldn't afford gold jewelry back then), perhaps a thumb ring and a skull cap (pictured above with the boots).
Now I spend $100 on some stupid white tee that's extra soft – and $200 on jeans - because that’s what you do. But when I wear my Ottos, I find myself meandering into fabulous second hand stores (as a distraction from some table runner I'm supposed to buy from West Elm). I think a little broader. There are fewer rules. The world is still my oyster and I am reminded that the only money I need to spend is on housing, food, and my one weakness – shoes.
