The first I knew of pointy shoes was when I saw cowboy boots at a rodeo in San Antonio when I was three years old. I was as obsessed as a three-year-old can be — I spent four whole minutes wishing I had a pair. But it wasn’t until high school that my wish came true, and I finally got a set of pointy, brown suede cowboy boots. They were mostly uncomfortable, but they looked bad-ass. In my head, I was The Man with No Name hunting down Angel Eyes.
Fast forward like 400 years to the early ‘00’s. I was on vacation in the south of France (la-de-da!), and, while strolling between postcard stands and dodging ridiculously small vehicles, I noticed that the Euro dudes were all sporting pointy shoes. Once again, I was struck.
“Those look bad-ass!”
But having no idea if the pointy thing was going to cross the pond, I decided it was safer to stick to my chunky, American, round-toe boots.
Of course, soon enough, the point did catch on here. Now my problem became that I was unable to find a pair I liked. And so began a search that would last for years.
Well, I’m happy to report that my Goldielocksian quest for a pair that is “just right” has now come to a happy end. But prior to finding the winning points, I had to order literally $1,000 worth of shoes from Zappos.com. I tried everything from square-toed, yet ever-so-slightly pointy, shoes from Kenneth Cole to crazy cowboy boot imitations that I couldn’t even walk in. Nothing worked – they all looked like I was wearing some weird costume.
But the other day, on a lunch excursion to none other than Shoe Pavilion, I discovered, completely by accident, this great pair of shoes (I know, not boots) from Jump. What made things even better was that they were only $30. That’s right, $30. I even checked them on Zappos, where they were listed for $110. That sealed it. What did I have to lose?
The shoes are sort of elongated wingtips with a two-tone, brown-black fade, making them look almost dusty. And while the point is absolutely there, it’s subtle enough that it feels just right. I gotta say, I don’t think they’ll last very long. But for $30, who cares?
In the meantime, I’m back to being The Man with No Name. Now all I need is a poncho and a ceegar. Giddy-up!