There is a group of women, like my friend Sarah, who can walk for miles in in four inch heels without a whimper of complaint.
And then there’s me. A person who can’t resist a gorgeous pair of shoes but craves comfort above all else.
Does beauty trump comfort? How do I go from, “I am looking for a pretty, comfortable pair of shoes” to a closet filled with beautiful shoes I never wear because they torture my feet?
I’m in the store. There they are. A pair of shoes I.must.have.
I gingerly put them on my feet. I admire their beauty.
I walk around the store thinking this is *the perfect pair of shoes*.
I convince myself they ARE comfortable despite any warning signs to the contrary. Anyway, how can you really know if a shoe fits from walking around a small store?
I purchase them, mentally picturing which outfits they will match.
Sometimes I discover I need a new outfit just for the pair of shoes. Oh! A shopping spree. My new shoes totally deserve the perfect outfit.
I plan an evening with Josh. I debut the shoes. I look fabulous. I feel fabulous.
Then we walk. Often not far. And I realize: these shoes HURT.
Sigh…I know from that moment on those shoes will be relegated to times when there is little-to-no walking.
Then I suffer the aftermath.
The shoes are sent to the shelf to be admired and only worn sparingly. Like this pair:
Sure they are stunning but those leather straps dig ditches into my legs. I wore them recently and a woman passing by exclaimed “I LOVE THOSE SHOES”. I wanted to reply “Me too! Too bad my legs are about to bleed”.
I particularly love this pair:
In fact, I love these so much I purchased an adorable skirt from Anthropologie to match them.
And this pair?
I got into a physical fight with my best friend over these. At the time a bitch slap seemed warranted but looking back I might have gone a bit far. (To be fair the bitch slap was a result of my friend insulting the size of my feet).
I want to be the type of woman that can wear any shoes and simply walk without the fear of wounds. But I’m not. Instead I wear a pair of purple Birkenstocks (summer) or Dansko clogs (winter) while I collect more and more lovely shoes that sit contently in my shoe rack waiting for their moment.
When will I find that perfect pair of shoes? The equivalent of Cinderella’s glass slipper? Are they out there just waiting for me?
At this stage in my life, comfort trumps beauty in almost every situation! Long live flip flops! (if only I could wear them in the winter!)
I’m still torn. Especially after your stellar reaction when I wore them on our date this week.
Should you ever decide you no longer want those pair of leather strappies, I’d be happy to take them off your hands. 🙂
Unlikely I will part with them but good to know that someone I trust wants to give them a good home.
Damn, I wish we were the same size! Hehe! I can take the pain, and cute always trumps comfy in my book, though the ultimate is having both. : )
[…] Me: Fine. Let’s start with shoes. (here’s where I become slightly fashionable, but I ALWAYS regret shoes that look great but hurt my feet.) […]