I blame Carrie Bradshaw. She made the whole running-in-high-heels thing look so easy and effortless, not to mention painless.
I’m calling bullshit on that one. Finding a comfortable 3-inch heel is akin to discovering the fountain of youth. Personally, I’ve given up (but if anyone actually knows of a comfortable high heel, please comment and let me know!). I suffer through work days in my heels, wincing slightly as I walk to the printer or the cafe. It sounds so stupid, really, when I have sensible flats in my closet. Why go through that just for a pair of shoes?
Because they are beautiful shoes.
These are my favorite and highest heels. I had to run 12 blocks down Michigan Avenue in Chicago during the height of Christmas shopping season while also coming down with swine flu to get them. Of course they only lasted five minutes at work today. They are slightly too big (only a select few stores carry a 10.5), but I don’t care. They are so, so gorgeous. Even though they lasted exactly two minutes on my feet at the office yesterday. These are classics – every woman needs an amazing pair of black pumps in their closet.
Second favorite, sold to me at the Nordstrom shoe sale by a guy who I suspect had a foot fetish. I don’t care. I wear these from spring to fall, and I love how their neutral is ballet pink and not beige. These are semi-comfortable, thanks to the chunkier heel. And peep-toes are sexy as hell.
You know why I’m not wearing these shoes in the pictures? Because I cannot take a picture of myself wearing these shoes without looking like I have cankles. Also, I think I’m pretty much over using my iPhone as a camera. So is my boyfriend. That could all change soon – I’m actually returning a bunch of clothes I bought this week and buying a quality camera. Stay tuned.