Ladies get them heels on: the boys are watching

Silk scarf: from Thailand
Navy shirt: Plum
Wool coat: Armani Exchange
Skirt: Simons
Gloves: Aldo
Tights: H&M
Kneesocks: Nine West?
Boots: Aldo

I don't usually wear outerwear in my outfit posts, but if you were passing me by on the street during a cold winter morning, this is what I would be wearing as I hustle my way down the street. I love the look of these elbow-length gloves, but you do have to be wearing a certain style of outfit for the gloves to match the rest of the outfit. One tip for winter layering is to wear silk. This silk scarf feels very thin, but is actually quite warm!

If you're wondering about this post title, it's because I have a guest post today from FL (or cardboardlove - he couldn't decide on a pseudonym). cardboardlove is quite the smooth talker and a musician to boot! The first thing this ladies man notices about a woman though, isn't the usual answer you would think men to give. No, it's not the boobs, or the face, or the ass, so sorry Heidi, you just made yourself into a Bratz doll for nothing. What this man notices first is the shoes! Yes, shoes. In fact, I've heard this response from other men as well, so if you think those Loubies are only appreciated by those with breasts, then read on reader, because as cardboardlove will tell you - it's all about the feet.


9:06 am. I walk down Robson as I do every weekday morning on my way to work. I throw sweeping scans of all the women as they pass by – because as any sensible straight man living in this city knows, there are some world-class super hotties in Vancouver. One woman makes brief eye contact with me and I take it as approval to judge her. My eyes immediately wander down to her… shoes. Chuck Taylor Classics with dragging laces. Hmm. Well if she isn’t a full on lesbian, at the very least she’s bi-curious when drunk. I catch the woman next to her. Uggs. Seriously, will that trend ever die? I didn’t realize that so many women were that self-conscious about how fat their ankles were. In the distance I see flats with a cute little bow. OK now we’re getting somewhere. A bit of bounce to her but still lacks the confidence to handle too much attention. As I walk on, I’m nearly blinded by a blurry streak of fluorescent coloured rain boots. Yea, yea, we get it, you’re a creative spirit and the colour of your boots match the butterfly you have tattooed on your back – Drew Barrymore would be proud. Suddenly, a clicking echo captures my attention. All other sounds drown out as each click gets louder and louder. My morning is complete - stilettos have entered my day. I can tell by the sharp, high, tone of the clicking that they are at least 5 inches. The rhythmic, nimble pace lets the world know she has grace, finesse, and a confidence no one would fuck with – at least not while she’s in her Ferragamo’s. She walks by me and I quickly glance up at her eyes in a desperate attempt to catch eye contact. She obliges but immediately shifts down to my feet. She smirks, looks ahead and keeps walking by. I look down at my Velcro Pony’s and think, “Damn, I should have worn my Aldo’s today.”