My relationship with loafers has been a strained one. It involved some prejudices, some insecurities and a long journey.
At first, when this style became fashionable again a few years ago, my immediate response was to group it together with acid wash, double denim and large-lensed glasses: painfully hipster and terribly unflattering. To clarify, I have no issue with people dressing how they want to or in ways that make them feel comfortable; the issue that I have with fashion like this is that it completely butts heads with all sense of style, yet everybody who buys into it insists on reassuring each other of how great it looks because otherwise they run the risk of being uncool. This is the problem with the ‘hipster’ mentality. You can bandwagon jump as much as you like, that’s the general basis of fashion; but making yourself look silly to earn the approval of other people isn’t a good way to live your life.
Now that I’ve finished championing the importance of individuality, ironically just like countless others before me, I shall continue with the shoes.
I began to make a little bit of progress with them when a couple of my friends started wearing them. One of my particularly good friends wore them for work and communicated how comfortable she found them. This made sense to me: as I have previously mentioned, I find comfort important, so although I still didn’t like the look of loafers I could at least see some merit to wearing them- I am easily swayed by good reason. Bearing this reason in mind, after a little while I got used to them being in fashion and they began to grow on me. Incidentally, so did large-lensed glasses.
However, both of my best friends from my school days have U.K. size 3 feet. I would see their mini little shoes and think they looked really sweet, but whenever I tried them I always felt like they made my feet look really weird. I went from one fashion shoe shop to the next in search of a pair of comfy but aesthetically pleasing loafers; none ever arose.
A few weeks ago I went to a big outlet shopping centre with the money from my Christmas job, not aiming to buy anything in particular but with high hopes. Following a few total let-downs, I took my mum into Marks & Spencer to look at some clothes for her winter wardrobe; it was there that my search finally came to fruition. After looking in countless fashionable shops for a flattering shoe, I found the perfect pair in the comfortable range by M&S!
I assure you that they are quite wonderful and they only cost £25.
I finish this post with a lesson: if you really want something, never stop looking until you’ve found it, even if your quest takes you to places that you wouldn’t normally associate with it.