Tim and I were in Vegas last week. I bought a new pair of heels to wear during the evening casino outings. They were four inches high, and the tallest heels I have worn to date. My shoes were short compared to the majority of the other women's. I stepped out of my shoes more times than I'd like to admit (and damn nearly broke my neck). How and why do women wear these torture devices? The balls of my feet still hurt five days later. Maybe it's my ungraceful manner that turns me away from stilettos, but those things are getting ridiculous. Four hundred plus dollars to be uncomfortable? I don't care how good they make my calves and ass look. Is beauty (vanity) worth the pain?
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| I saw these beauties in Kenneth Cole. Thankfully, no sales people were around to hear me laughing and to see me taking the picture. |
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