Cat in Heels

Oh wait. I am American. You'll immediately know us in other countries because we're the one in awkwardly large gym shoes, usually white and fluorescent colored, and we pair them with shorts (any color) and a t-shirt emblazoned with the name of the last place we've been. At least that was my experience on my amazing cruise through the Gulf of Mexico and western Carribbean. In Belize, you can spot the American because he's the one with the Washington DC shirt. And then there's the lady wearing the brand new shirt she bought in Costa Maya. It's orange. How subtle. Yes, people dress obnxious, but it was the "logical" and "comfortable" footwear that never failed to appall me. You'd think flip flops or sandals would be OK for the beach, but apparently Crocs are the new tropical footwear. And please don't forget your socks with any of the afore mentioned shoes. Shrimp in boots No, I didn't wear heels while hiking through the r...

Sorry for the hiatus. I was on vacation. My first real vacation in years, and an amazing one at that. Predictably I am now also eyeballs deep in work that has piled up while I was gone. If you miss me (and I know you all do), follow me on Facebook or Twitter , which I have been updating because they both take less time than a real blog post, which I promise to do soon. You know I can't go all the way to South America and back without having something shitty to say about people's footwear. In the meantime, I leave you with my newest obsession. Camouflage heels. I don't have any and am pretty sure I need some. Pretty sure it was inspired by my hike through the rain forest jungles of Honduras.

A few years ago I used to occasionally travel for business, and I'd be gone for a week or more at a time. Every day I was expected to wear a suit and look my best, then run my high-heeled butt off all over a hotel for 20 hours a day. On one trip somewhere (I don't even remember where) I checked my bags and the baggage handler kindly informed me that one of my bags was 2 pounds over the over 50 pound limit. "Why don't you take a pair of shoes out of there and put it in your other bag?" he helpfully suggested. "Because the other bag is all my shoes," I said, starting to stress. He stifled a laugh, said "Never mind," and shuffled me through the line, allowing the additional two pounds. Now I find myself again packing for a long trip (although this is an actual vacation) and I'm stressing again about shoes, outfits, and how many pounds my bag is going to weigh. Do I bring a different shoe for each outfit, or pick a minimum number of ...

On New Year's Eve I wore out my new Christmas present. Black, red and white leather peep toe platforms with a horseshoe cutout and a wide wooden heel by T.U.K . To make them extra special they have a little horseshoe charms on the inside of the heel. A tiny, dangly little charm that no one sees. Unless of course you get drunk and try to show the charm to everyone who says they like your shoes. Which is everyone. Because they're amazing. Lucky horseshoes on my lucky shoes So New Year's I boycotted the sequins that everyone else would have on and actually dressed pretty normally in a pair of black pants, black vest and red button down, with all the focus on my shoes. The advantage of the chunky heel was added stability. The horseshoe cutout was a little uncomfortable at first, but then the shoes were broken in, or I drank more. I honestly don't remember which it was. Unfortunately all the stability in the world couldn't help me later in the night when I w...

You can buy them A few weeks ago husband asked what I wanted for Christmas. I told him I needed a pair of plain black ankle boots or a pair of unembellished red heels, preferably peep toe. He pissed and moaned about how boring that was, and we went back and forth with a million pictures and Web sites, and then I sent him the shoes I wanted. Iron Fist Freddy Krueger inspired heels called "Welcome to my Nightmare." Horror movies and shoes all rolled into one! And they were amazing, and contained the original colors I was looking for (plus blood spatters), so that's got to count for something. But with little time left to order shoes we decided to shop for them in stores. The weekend before Christmas the over-crowded mall failed us. A couple days before Christmas the local stores that carry Iron Fist shoes failed. And instead we were left staring at walls and walls of shoes in the store and they had all kinds of Iron Fist shoes, but not the ones I wanted. So we a...

It's official. I'm stylish. Someone else said so. A designer actually. Oh, and my blog is too. Really it's probably just the blog since I don't personally know the person who presented me with the award.  Thanks to Ushi Sato at The Shades and Scarf . He posted the link to the Cat in Heels fan page on Facebook after naming Cat in Heels as one of his favorite blogs. (If you haven't checked him out, you can see his stuff here. ) This cute, pay it forward style award stipulates that you mention seven things about yourself that people may not know, and send it along to your favorite style bloggers. The other one may take a while, as I have to be picky. And seven things about me no one knows...well what fun would that be. Some readers don't even know what I look like above the knee. Which is ironic considering I generally have had issues with people having full discussions with my chest. In the interest of fairness though, you are welcome to ask me questions an...

While most people spend Christmas shopping for others, hoping they like whatever you bought, keeping track of gift tags, and asking strangers to try on sweaters because they're about the same size as the recipient, my family goes practical. Every year my sisters and I each get a day with Mom where we wander the mall, purses stuffed with cash and coupons, and pick out all our Christmas gifts. They all love me, even if I hate them. Sure, it takes some of the surprise out of it, but it's better to get things you like than some awkward sweater that doesn't fit and you'd never wear, and you have to feign like you love it. Plus we've always done it this way. It's one of our quirky Christmas traditions. So last weekend Mom and I busted into the mall, pushed past droves of children waiting to see Santa, scurried past the stage of tweens dancing to "Party in the USA," (WTF?) and walked into the store to pick out my annual Christmas wardrobe. I brought ...