I can’t really wear heels. Have I mentioned that?
Today’s the first day of the year above 70 degrees (22? celsius? it’s impossible to know for sure) in New York and that means everyone’s walking around in their Carrie Bradshaw heels, all…
And I’m over here like…
Since I refuse to wear a skirt with sneakers a la Working Girl, I guess I’m wearing pants until I can figure out what my comfortable shoe for the summer will be.
What’s worse is that I freaking love shoes. My facebook profile still says “I wear unbearably painful shoes in the name of fashion.”, which I blatantly do not.
At some point I just realized that wearing heels always made me cranky, and that I, personally, looked more in pain than cute when I wore them.
I haven’t brought myself to remove it from my profile yet because I haven’t really come to terms with not being who I used to be anymore. Pathetic, maybe, but that’s for another day.
Incidentally, my friends are going to this shoe exhibit at FIT tonight and I can’t go because responsibilities.
I guess rather than wearing cute shoes or studying fancy shoes, I’ll stare at my sad little shoe desk calendar, which, out of the ordinary, is showing me a particularly ugly shoe today:
I guess the moral of the story is: if your feet let you wear heels, go out and strut (while it’s still nice out).
Just for fun (contains mild to loud cursing):
I can’t believe this video is six years old.