There's something so hauntingly beautiful about Midwestern winters. Perhaps its the way the run-down industrial buildings contrast so sharply with the virginal snow. Or the way the gray skies reflect the practical austerity of its residents. It's a time of snuggling with loved ones, hibernation, catching up on books, and awaiting that first magical 50-degree day. Having lived on both sides of the country, I've come to realize that our winters are truly something special, and it shapes who we are as Midwesterners. Those of you that live in the Midwest, perhaps you know what I'm referring to.
My new Rodarte for Repetto jazz shoes are a delight to behold and wear. A pretty incredible Gilt find at 75% off. The leather of these shoes is as soft and as delicate as the snow. My feet feel like they're walking on clouds...a welcome respite from my 5"-inch heels. The hypnotic swirls catch my eye at every occasion, and I find myself literally shoegazing whenever I wear them.