Ohh My Mary Janes.

A recent visit to JCrew resulted in me trying on a special pair of shoes, their Mona patent leather mary jane heels. No more than 5 seconds after the last button was in place I had a flashback which can only be compared to food critic, Anton Ego’s, childhood memory in the movie Ratatouille. My very first MJ’s (not Marc Jacobs) were flat, patent leather, and black. Worn with white lace-trimmed socks to church, they were the shoes that made me feel like a little princess, and were part of my first few outfits I put together that didn’t require my mother’s help. Who can forget the first shinny thing that made them feel special?!





