As a child, I was fascinated by the grown-up glamour of the high heel, and like coffee or spicy food, I always assumed it was just something you learned to love as you got older. No matter how hard I tried as a teen and early twenty-something, I could never get on board (aside from the odd concession to a heeled boot). Instead, I have always been inexorably drawn toward flats: The polished appeal of a loafer, the nonchalant, cool-girl stylings of a brogue, and even the odd nod to the noughties ballet pump. Within this realm of smart flats, I always considered Church’s to be the crème de la crème.
