In my efforts to be a step ahead on the white shoe trend, I've been left feeling well and truly a fashion victim. I should have known better than to buy not one but two pairs of the damned things this season, given how I've always found white shoes a style challenge.
First I had to overcome my snobbish association of white footwear with scuffed tassled ankle boots, then I had to gamble with whether I could be the sort of soigné woman to successfully work white into my wardrobe.
Regular readers may remember me umming and aahing over a year ago about whether to succumb to the smart casual allure of a pair of white punched leather sneakers and forgo my fears they would look grubby in days.
Well this season I did it again. Buying into a pair of white slingback sandals with a sensible low block heel and a fetching rose gold metal bow. Then again. With a pair of white pool slides with nice crossover strap detail.
The idea being that these styles would crisp up summer dresses in a fresh way. The problem is all three of these ventures into the idea of effortless cool, have ended in a pile of off-white angst.