Day 35 of the Shoe Challenge – White Shoes v Silver Shoes

Azaleia Silver Sandals

My dad really, really, really, really, really hates:

Julie Andrews:  No-one in my family knows why this is. My sister and I have never seen even the smallest part of the Sound of Music.

Suede Shoes: Once upon a time, my husband and I accompanied my parents to a very posh Civic Trusts Awards Dinner aboard a boat on Loch Lomond. Prince Edward was the guest of honour.  My husband wore a beautiful charcoal grey wool suit and a pair of black suede brogues. On seeing him, my dad effected his best peering-over-the-glasses look and asked coldly:

What are you wearing on your feet?

Meat: In his younger years, Dad worked for a butcher. Whenever my mum made a Sunday roast, he would hint darkly about the terrible things he had seen during this time. Eventually, he gave up eating any kind of living critter other than fish and the occasional prawn.

Harry Potter: For some strange reason, J K Rowling really pisses my dad off.  He believes that Harry Potter is the bastard love child of a Mills & Boon writer and Enid Blyton.

Brown Shoes:  We have shopped a lot together, my father and I. His views on brown shoes being worn with grey suits or full stop are legendary throughout the West of Scotland.  It is not unknown for him to tell complete strangers off for their unfortunate footwear choices.

Other than meat eating, these are quite odd things to develop a morbid dislike of.  With this genetic inheritance, is it any surprise that I have similar prejudices about shoes?

My own personal aversion is to white shoes.  There is nothing that gives me the shoe eeks faster than seeing white shoes.  White does not bother me in clothing. Two tone black and white shoes do not bother me, I am really quite partial to correspondent shoes.  I just really, really, really, really hate white shoes.

Being a rational person I am the first to realise how ridiculous my aversion is.  I even once in an unguarded moment bought  a pair of white sandals from RMK on the way to an unexpected work function. Such was the immediate depth of my revulsion though that I could not look at my own feet all evening.

Who knows why I feel like this? In Scotland the white stiletto sandal worn with bare, corned beef legs is standard Going on Holiday attire.  It is not a good look and possibly the reason why I cannot abide white shoes now.

Would it be possible, do you think, for shoe companies to phase out the use of white for people like me?  If so, I would beg them to replace white with silver (or another metallic shade like platinum or pewter) forthwith.

Earlier this week I had to buy a pair of white shoes – running shoes very seldom come in any other colour.  I have Santa weight to shift and did not want to put this off solely to avoid buying white trainers and genuine running shoes in silver are hard to come by.  The only practical solution is to:

(a) crank up the volume on my iPod;

(b) avoid looking down at the pavement; and

(c) run through enough Aussie dust to turn down the visual white noise as soon as possible.

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POST SCRIPT:  Since he is not one to use a new fangled comments box on a blog either here are my Dad’s responses to the above blog post:

On wearing white with Black: Simply appalling wearing black with white. There is a great pretty little gal in my bank with great legs but white shoes…Argh!

On the Sound of Music: With regard to the sound of music it surely must be the worst thing ever put to song and they are all bad. I do not know if I ever proscribed it relative to my weans but it should be expunged from the earth period. Edelweiss and other puke making twaddle. I am going to throw up, bye bye.

On brown shoes: My favourite hate is brown shoes. A touch of diarrohea about brown. When such abominations are used with a dark suit may God forgive them for they know not what they do. On the other hand when one wears elegant tan shoes with a white or near creamy white suit then the world is at peace. Too many bloody philistines at large I fear.

15 thoughts on “Day 35 of the Shoe Challenge – White Shoes v Silver Shoes

  1. Brown shoes with grey suits make my skin crawl. Brown shoes with blues suits are a close second.

    The rest, we’ll keep as family secrets…

  2. You might be on to something here. I just did a mental inventory of every shoe I have ever owned, and, lo and behold, I have never worn a pair of white shoes. I have to make an exception for tennis shoes. As you stated, they are hard to come by in any color other than white. But, you can get a nifty trademark logo splashed across the face of the shoe to dull down the stark whiteness of it all.

    I do have a tendency to look at the men on the subway who are wearing their suits and looking at the rest of us working schlubs with scornful distaste. The best part of this exercise is looking at their shoes. So many of them are wearing the wrong color shoe for the suit, or pairing the shoe with the wrong color sock, or wearing their suit pants cut either too long or too short. (being in my line of work, I have a tendency to look at clothing more than isolated shoes, but shoes do tend to creep up on my consciousness).

    Like my father was fond of saying:

    “You can always tell a gentleman by his shoes.”

    Meaning, if the shoes are the right color for the clothes he is wearing, and most importantly, whether or not the shoes are actually polished. My dad was a stickler for keeping his shoes in good repair and a high polished shine.

    I still hear those words in my head, when I’m checking out those Wall Street Suits on the subway.

  3. I try to match the socks as closely as possible to the color of the suit. David Letterman does a nice job going with lighter color but complementary socks. I will go that route on occasion as it seems to work well with an athletic cut double-breasted suit.

    He also opts for loafers (tassled usually) with a very low vamp so you can see the sock color below the trouser leg. I’m a loafer man myself as I love the low vamp, especially paired with a cuffed trouser leg with a nice break. Kiltie tassles with or without a moccasin toe.

      • Yes, my brother has always been a snappy dresser. I think it all started in the preppy heyday of 1982. I remember his argyle vests, his Izod Lacoste shirts with the collar turned up, his pleated and cuffed pants, his argyle socks in varying shades of pink and yellow, and, of course, the top siders or penny loafers.

        He’s still a snazzy dresser, just less preppy and more classy.

        A man who can wear clothes well is a wonder to behold. Guess he got that trait from our Dad.

  4. I hate white shoes, too. I’m in the Southern part of the U.S. where white shoes are a serious fashion violation between August and April. Every southern lady knows this unwritten rule and abides by it. Those clueless non-southerners make me crazy!!! As a result, I just steer clear of all white footwear. Luckily, here, in the land of excess, you can buy running shoes in every color!

    Love your blog, btw.

    • May I say that it is always a pleasure to meet new bloggers – you arrived via a Blogger’s Vortex I believe? Was the last launch pad before my blog Mummytime’s Blog? If so, she is one of the people that encouraged me to start this blog ergo she rocks in my book. I did find a No White Shoes Before Labor Day Rule. Most sensible. Having spent some time in a Southern State as a child (Clemson, South) I am rather partial to the Southern manners and dress code. This morning while waiting for my coffee I saw a young lady in front of me with stick thin legs, no stockings and white scuffed court shoes which appeared to be a size too big on her. That is moving from cluelessness quite sharply into the realm of Senga-ness. (Sengas being the Scottish equivalent of chavs (Scotland) bogans (Australia). Not sure what the US equivalent is: Rednecks? Please let me know.) The male counterpart of the Senga is a Ned incidentally and I found this rather useful Ned Spotting Gallery http://www.glasgowsurvival.co.uk/gallery/gallery3.html. Very hand for playing Ned Bingo, but quietly because they can be quite unpredictable.

  5. I love the sound of your father but I would fear I would not meet with his approval. Please don’t ever introduce us – I shall just admire him from afar.

    A couple of years ago, I went on what I thought would be a simple mission to buy a jaunty pair of running shoes – in red. I was overwhelmed by the vast number of flourescent white pairs available on the market – in fact, so much so that I wished I had brought the kind of protective eye gear that serves to protect people from Tom Cruise’s teeth.

    In the end, I bought a pair of “walking” shoes from Colarado in a nice charcoal.

    Of course I never intended to run in my purchase anyway.

    • You would be well able to have a spiffing conversation with my father. He is rather partial to being spoken back to by younger women. If you mention your underwear malfunctions to him you will be off to a flying start.

  6. Darling I never knew you harboured shoe prejudice!

    Surely the Salvatore Ferragamo flats as worn by Jackie O and similar style icons – cream with a fetching black button – would sway you? What about white plimsoles? Although I’ll admit I only where the latter if they show the shape of my foot from wear and are spattered with festival mud. Maybe I should show you my latest eBay purchase – white flats with a tiny pointed toe and a bow. Gorgeous.

    What, dare I ask, did you wear when you got married then? I will admit that bridal shoes are an abomination which make me understand how someone could develop white-shoe racism. But then I intend to get hitched in gold or yellow.

    • I am always willing to listen to the other side of the shoe debate. Please feel free to prepare a counter-argument with pictures of the aforementioned shoes. We can then put it to the vote.

    • The white shoes debate turned into the best family discussion we have all had in years. Whether that continues with further revelations of personal secrets &/or legs is anyone’s guess.

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