I knew I was a full-fledged philanderer when I purchased a pair of navy blue sling-backs – the toes patent leather, the body embossed like crocodile skin. Straps, buckles and zippers distinguish my typical footwear. Not color.
I’ve certainly dallied with navy. A flirty polka dot micro-pleated skirt paired with a solemn tweed jacket was a favorite. But in the dark of dressing for work, I defaulted to black’s efficiency. I always meant to buy navy shoes but some handsome blackish vamp always seduced me.
So now I’m clearly committed to this affair. At least for the season. But for the record, I’m still married to black.