Charming, but single

Friday night: Last year's bronze sandals from Nine West, worn with dark jeans and a brown tunic-length shirt to sushi and drinks for Party Girl's birthday. Saturday afternoon/evening: Brand new Gianni Bini Black Swirl D'Orsay pumps (listed under "dress" on the Web site if you want the specs) worn with distressed cuffed denim pedal pushers and a black lacy top, super straight hair and dangly silver earrings to a family barbecue and then out with Southern Belle and friends. My Mom was quite beside herself that I'd wear such "impractical" shoes to an outdoor event. I turned my shoe snob nose up at the suggestion that I leave my new lovelies at home on a Saturday night. Sunday: The blue-and-green Unlisted sandals I purchased at the Tent Sale from Hell. I finally found an excuse to wear them -- a baptism. I paired them with a knee-length light-colored A-line skirt and a bright blue cami under a white sweater. I felt truly fabulous strutting around with them on, the envy of every young girl who dreams of one day trading in her childish flats for lady shoes and every aging woman who wishes she could trade her boring Naturalizers for an afternoon of youthful shoe endeavors.