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.