On my third day of New York Fashion Week sans handbag (an experiment inspired by Emmanuelle Alt’s chic handbaglessness), my feet were still throbbing after wearing my acne hybrias the entire previous day — not the smartest choice on my busiest day of the week. I have no regrets though because now I can brag that I was photographed by Elle.com, Lucky, Facehunter, and Page Six. It remains to be seen whether any of them will use my photo — obsessive vanity searches have turned up nothing — but I digress. My feet were angry and I needed flats. Happily I brought along knee-high Dr. Martens for just such occasion.
When I purchased said combat-style boots, the thought crossed my mind that they may not necessarily be age-appropriate. And I swiftly decided that I did not care. I’d been coveting over-the-knee boots that laced up the front, but trying the on realized they’re not a flattering look for my American thighs. There was entirely too much mass created above the knee. But the docs stop short of my knee in a flattering manner. Age inappropriate or not, I dug them and bought them.
Emmanuelle Alt, my inspiration for this bagless blogger series, might never wear Docs. But much like her and her ilk, on this particular day I had “people,” or a person, anyway, to act as my Sherpa. My husband, bless his heart, offered to carry my laptop along with his own, plus the camera, in his backpack. He’s a keeper, no? I was free as a bird with walkable shoes, my lipstick, cell phone and cards tucked safely in the pockets of my cape.
The day got interesting when my husband began to complain that the bag was getting heavy, that he was hungry, and he did not want to discuss any of this with me. He was fatigued by his bag! Oh how the tables have turned! This seems to be evidence that carrying around a lot of crap can make us grumpy regardless of gender. And I finally learned what it was like to be on the other (a gajillion times better) side of that grumpiness.