A few years ago, Carrie Bradshaw introduced us to a few new friends...Manolo Blahnik, Christian Louboutin and Jimmy Choo.
“Sex and the City” made it acceptable for us to love our shoes…and to spend lots on them. From high strappy sandals to peep-toe sling backs to snakeskin pumps, we search and search for the pair of perfect shoes.
So, you spent what would have been your bonus in 2007 on shoes for a friends wedding. In 2009, that is called a down payment. You danced all night. In the beginning of the night, you wished you were 13 again and you could put on slouchy socks and take off your shoes. Instead, you sipped so much champagne that you forgot you were even wearing shoes.
The night is over…and…OUCH!! That foggy drunk feeling fled from your body (although it stayed in your head for tomorrow’s hangover). Your feet felt the indescribable pain of 4” inch heels. The only way to remove the pain is to walk home barefoot (if you live in the city) or at least to the car barefoot. The ants, dirt, and street crud feels better than the pressure of dancing all night in your fabulous expensive shoes.
How many of you have shoe horror stories? We’d love to hear.
True story…we know someone who got a piece of glass stuck in her foot during a wedding, but she was having so much fun (it was her daughters wedding) and had too many "vodka on the rocks" to realize her foot was bleeding and in throbbing pain. Hurting, bleeding and sore feet are just war wounds which certainly can be taken care of after the main event.
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