So, I’ve been mulling over this whole Aubrey Plaza high heels thing lately. Not in a weird way, mind you, just sort of observing, processing, you know?
It kinda kicked off a few weeks ago. I had this event, a work thing, nothing too over the top, but you still wanna look like you made an effort. And the shoes, man, the shoes were the problem. Always the shoes.
I dug out this pair of heels I’d bought, convinced they were ‘the ones.’ Looked absolutely killer in the shop mirror, of course. But then I tried walking around my living room. Felt like I was on stilts for the first time. I wobbled, I nearly face-planted the coffee table. It was a whole production.
I spent a good hour just trying to get the hang of them, shuffling back and forth, trying to look like I knew what I was doing. My cat just stared, probably wondering what new form of human madness this was. I eventually gave up, went with something sensible, something that wouldn’t end with me in the emergency room.
Anyway, because of all that drama, I started noticing shoes more. Like, really noticing them. And somewhere down a rabbit hole of looking at red carpet pictures, trying to figure out how they do it, I kept seeing snaps of Aubrey Plaza.
And her heels, right? They’re something else. It’s not just that they’re high, or pointy, or whatever. It’s how she wears them. She doesn’t just put them on; she inhabits them. It’s like they’re an extension of her whole vibe.
So, I started properly looking. My own little study, if you will. She often goes for these really striking, sharp heels. Sometimes they’re classic, sometimes a bit edgy, but they always seem to match that cool, slightly unapproachable, super confident thing she’s got. They don’t wear her, she wears them. Big difference.
It made me think back to my own pathetic attempt at heel mastery. It’s more than just balancing. It’s about the attitude that comes with it. For her, those heels look like they’re part of her character, part of how she presents herself to the world. No wobbling there, just pure, unadulterated presence.
I realized it’s not about the shoe itself, not really. It’s the person in the shoe. And seeing her stride around in those things, looking completely unfazed, made me appreciate the whole performance of it. My own little practice session in the living room gave me a newfound respect for anyone who can make it look that easy.
So yeah, that’s where my head’s been at with the Aubrey Plaza high heel situation. Started with my own two left feet, ended up with a bit more understanding of how some people just own their look, right down to the tips of their toes. Funny how you stumble into these little observations.
