Kinky boots and new high heels

File my theatre tickets under the category of "Money Well Spent." Mary Jo – my mom's best friend of 50 years – and I had a really fantastic time together and unlike the first two times we met up after my mom died, neither of us burst into tears. (Well, I did weep a bit when the overture began and the curtain rose, but that happens every time I go to a musical. Every. Single. Time.)

The show was a high-energy fun fest but more importantly, Mary Jo and I were both really happy to be doing something that my musical-fan mom would have loved. I've heard about that later stage of grief where thoughts of your loved one make you smile more often than they make you sad, and I'm really optimistic about doing a lot of smiling in the future.  

Anyway, speaking of boots, I bought some! Compared to my usual flats and Oxfords, these BCBGeneration beauties qualify as kinky just by virtue of their two-inch heels. They're calf-high black suede with gold detailing and they're incredibly comfortable (for heels), especially now that I've got the first blisters out of the way. I will never be able to strut like drag queen Lola or her Kinky Boots cohort, but I do feel like a vampier, sexier Susan when I wear these.  

The boots were at Saks Off Fifth, where I also snagged a pair of not-too-high heels from Ron White's White line. 

I felt an immediate affinity for the style – the 1940s seem to be calling to me these days –  but I didn't know what this type of shoe is called. A fashion editor friend told me they're Peep-Toe Mary Janes. I should have asked her if it's a fashion faux-pas to wear peep-toes in the winter with tights. If you know the answer, please tell me in the comments!