Did anyone ever tell you that growing up?
I had an aunt who would pull my hair back so tight that my eyebrows stretched to my hairline, giving me a perpetually surprised look. If I had the audacity to complain, she would simply tell me, "Erika, didn't you know? You must suffer for beauty."
I generally don't like to follow this mantra but yesterday I did it by accident. See I splurged on these cute high-waisted trousers but they require heels. So I wore my (semi-new) cute nude patent heels (thank you Marshalls) to work.
|a torture device innocently disguised as the perfect nude pump.|
Honestly I think my feet grew. Or the sexy little suckers shrunk. I now am the proud owner of four nasty blisters-- the kind that throb with a heartbeat all their own. I'd take pictures to show you but, well, I'd like to encourage the use of your imagination.
It didn't help that I hoofed it several blocks to meet with a potential custom accessory client. She was sweet and well-worth it but by the time I got back to the day job the dogs were not just barking. They were all-out howling.
So much for beauty. I'm pretty sure it's not beautiful, no matter how cute your shoes are, to limp to the bus stop.
I'm not sure I'm at the Working Girl phase yet (wearing tennis shoes with the work outfit while commuting) but there has got to be a better option.
Anyone have suggestions for comfy but CUTE high heels?