By Jenn Bussell
During my five-year stint in NYC I always marveled at the career women traipsing down 5th Avenue in five-inch stilettos, hailing cabs and sprinting towards Grand Central. I attempted the walk-of-fame in heels many a time and always found myself conspicuously nursing blisters once in the office, each time thinking, “There has to be a better way!” And no matter the collection of Killer Kushionz you have, there is.
It’s called the “Commuter Bootie”, a phrase I coined one summer in college when I was interning at a Boston financial services firm. As I daydreamt about my future as a fabulous, full-time career girl about town each morning on the Commuter Rail, I also noticed so many well-to-do women in power suits were denigrating their otherwise Wall Street Chic look with – gasp – sneakers. And not just any sneakers. Stark white, out-of-the-box Reeboks. This was the height of the step aerobics craze, which explains a lot, but in no way justifies bad footwear choices.
Today’s Commuter Booties are, in my opinion, a creative sartorial solution that craftily combines comfort and cuteness into one pedestrian-perfect package.
The ideal Commuter Booties should appear to be an intentional part of your workday ensemble. In other words, if you arrived at your office and forget your strappy sandals, your Commuter Booties could easily take you from staff meeting to client presentation to cocktails. This season offers an array of pavement-worthy flats in flirty florals, sporty stripes, quirky cork, and pretty pastels.
For an extra spring in your step, look for shoes that have a rubber sole. Open-toed sandals are OK, but may not be winners when sprinting for the F train. A definite NO NO is flip flops. Not only do they lack proper orthopedic support, but they just look sloppy. Flipping and flopping your way into your office elevator occupied by the CEO is not the impression you want to make on your first job. If that’s not enough to make you relegate your Havaianas to the weekend, consider this real-life lesson.
It’s Monday morning in July and you’re racing to the subway when a flash thunderstorm hits. A deluge fills the streets; the subway entrance is submerged. The only thing separating you from the rank and murky city water is a flimsy piece of foam that has great potential for floating away, leaving you barefoot on the platform. That’s when you’ll really wish you were sporting a pair of blue python Corso Como Prince ballasox.