The things we do because of Carrie Bradshaw and the Sex and the City women…
Aka, “the day my feet nearly fell off”. Or “the things we do for beauty”. Quite possibly “the longest blog post title in the world”.
Yes, another blog post about shoes. My life is boring right now. Maybe one day I’ll finally have enough money for my dslr (or, even better, I’ll get a job!) and I’ll be able to talk about that but for now I’m gonna complain about my poor, beat up feet.
I had never really been one to pay attention to shoes in the past. The highlight of my life, shoe-wise, was finally getting a pair of loafers in middle school, which were mysteriously all the rage back then. Beyond that, I always just focused on finding shoes that fit right and didn’t cause me pain – my feet are small, narrow and a bit funky (you can’t tell by looking at them) so finding comfortable shoes is difficult. I discovered some Sketcher shoes (not all of them) that felt pretty good and I pretty much lived in them.
That is, until Sex and the City came on. Suddenly there was a whole new world waiting for me to explore – high heels. They came in different styles, different colors, and the women always looked fabulous wearing them – tough, fierce, powerful, sexy. I mean, it’s not like I was about to go buy a pair of Manolo Blahniks or anything, they are hardly in my budget… but I just wanted so bad to be able to pull off similar pairs of shoes. I’ve always fancied myself a Charlotte, I adore her style and would love to imitate it, right down to her choice of footwear, which I always thought were the most adorable. (Sidebar: I found a pair of shoes that were totally Charlotte-like today… unfortunately they didn’t fit right. I still nearly bought them though, they were that cute.) On a different note, I’ve always been in awe of the way Carrie seemed to be able to literally run down the street in sky high heels. And her shoes were always amazingly colorful and outrageous, they looked like so much fun.
Unfortunately for me, I always seem to look like I’m playing dress up when I’m wearing high heels. I don’t have a sexy walk, I look completely awkward. Not to mention, I can’t ever seem to wear them. I mean, I’m lucky, I have a mother that believes I should wear high heels and once a year or so, she’ll buy me a pair. And they’ll fit okay in the store so I think “maybe this time I’ll be able to wear them”. But the one time I do wear them, within a half hour the blisters have formed, the balls of my feet have started burning and I have to take them off. Back to the closet they go.
This week I’ve been more than determined – I’ve been on a mission. I bought 3 new pairs of fabulous heels over the weekend and I was NOT going to let them sit in the closet, unused. Every day I’ve been wearing them, mainly around the house or to check the mail. But that’s the thing, wearing them around the house is fine. It’s just when I get out into the world that I have problems. I went to the mall Monday and ended up walking for nearly an hour straight. After about a half hour, I was in complete pain. I attacked my feet with band-aids and went a bit easier for the next 2 days, only venturing to one store each day. But today I thought I was ready for the big guns. An hour at a mall proved me wrong… I had to hobble into a changing room to apply the band-aids. 8 of them.
I keep telling myself that maybe it’s like going to the gym… the first week was hard and I was sore and then after that it got better. Maybe if I push past the pain, eventually my feet will get used to it and I’ll be able to sashay all over town, looking grownup at last, and fabulous. Unfortunately I haven’t seen any improvement but maybe eventually… ?
Plus I figure, if the women from Sex and the City can do it… I can too. Maybe. Hopefully.
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