Daily Cookie

March 11, 2008, 3:16 pm
Filed under: Fashion

With titles like “Investing” and today’s “Retirement,” you might think I am a financial planner as opposed to an event planner.  Rest assured, I have not changed professions, but am only preparing for a new season.

We invest for a secure and happy retirement right?  Well keeping with my cost per wear analysis, we can invest in the new and retire the tried and true (didn’t intentionally mean to rhyme that, but now that I did, I kinda think I just created a new motto to shop by).

For example, I just retrieved an old pair of boots from my cobbler.  He laughs everytime I bring in these particular ones or their fraternal twin.  That actually is an entirely different post – when you find something you love, buy in multiples.  In this case it is a pair of gray suede Prada boots that I bought at LouisBoston in 2003.  I loved them so much, I also scooped them up in black.  But the gray are my favorites and I have worn them all season long for five years now.

I bought them for a celebrity hockey game I was producing for the first time in Boston that promised a crowd of 15,000+.  Therefore, I needed a killer outfit that was both practical and stylish (more stress on the latter of course).  Maria and Louis did not disappoint and this particular outfit goes down in my personal event classics.  Luckily, I am reminded of it everyday by a super cool photo a publicist framed and then sent me after the event.  There I am standing between Michael J. Fox and Kiwi in Neil Barrett black cargos , a gray cashmere Tuleh halter sweater (that I still sport with jeans – it’s that good), vintage crystal drop earrings (which I took off about half way through – not sure if the ice or the clip on earrings were numbing me, but they didn’t work for an all day escapade) and the gray suede lace up stilts.  They looked like stilts to me at the time as the 4 stacked inches were a wee bit scary to run around the bowels of the FleetCenter. 

Let me tell you Miuccia Prada makes one comfy pair of stilts.  I ran in them all day that day and then almost regularly each fall and winter since, which explains the familiar visits to the cobbler.

The time I picked them up and they didn’t look the same to me.  Sure the heels were repaired and buffed, and the laces replaced, but something was off.  My cobbler had sprayed them with a clear type of gloss to make them appear new again. His intentions were right, but the results just wrong. Imagine cosmetic surgery for shoes.  I got the point.  Sometimes too much of a good thing is just not good.

They brought me five years of height, happiness, style and confidence.  Cost per wear, they do not owe me a cent.  They returned the favor in spades and I am happy to report come the first spring day, they will be in retirement.