It is no news flash that I have a deep affinity for high altitude footwear. Platform, wedge, stiletto, peep-toe, sling-back, you name it and I’ve got it … in every color.
Unless I am at the gym, I am in heels – high heels. I am Amel DeMarcos on a Top Ramen budget. Give me something black, leather, 4″ tall, under $150 and I am in heaven; nothing else matters.
…. until this happened ….
Early this week I began to notice something – all podiatric preferentials aside, putting my foot into anything taller than 1″ has me meandering like a Neanderthal on stilts.
The time has come, everyone warned me.
My world has gone flat!
Please join me in hanging up my favorite pair of heels *tear*
And join me in welcoming the newest player to my all-star line-up
Sexy? … Heavens No!
Eye-catching? … Definitely Not!
Face plant preventing? … MOS DEF!
Never fear, I refuse to completely shun my marvelous toe toppers. When and where appropriate ( see: sitting down) I promised myself to still sport a few good inches of prized patent leather. Though, until next April, I feel those chances to be few and far between.
Until then, I’m stuck down here – 5’9″, stable and standing.