Posting from the RTW archives

I love shoes. They are wonderful. If I had no feeling in my feet, they'd be even better! A couple of new year's ago, my friend Meredith and I hobbled up Park Avenue, not finding a cab and basically so distraught with pain that when we finally saw a cab, we took it 3 blocks to my apartment just to bask in the bliss of not having to stand in our shoes for 2 minutes. This past weekend at my company holiday party, I literally had to leave because I physically could not stand up anymore... and not from being drunk. The balls of my feet seriously hate me right now... but oh how hot my shoes were. I will most certainly never learn my lesson...

Volume CCXIII - Foot Fetish

Part of the whole working/living in the city package most likely includes a serious amount of walking. Unless you're working from home, your office is in the building next door to your apartment, you're screwing a cab driver to get free rides, or you're so elite that your driver and the black towne car come to pick you up every morning... You're taking it on foot. Thinking of walking to work in the city always immediately brings up the horrifying visual of women in black skirt suits and white sneakers. Ghastly. Yet unfortunately most of the cute women's dress shoes are made by Satan and are so far from comfortable they're not even tolerable, and basically only nice to look at in the store. Too bad shoes are meant for wearing not staring. What options are we left with? Especially us vertically challenged individuals who would look cute in moccasins but much better in a hot pair of pumps. Shall we wear our sneakers on the walk while lugging our dress shoes in a bag that's so large it could easily be mistaken for a diaper bag? This is not mommy and me goes to work. Shall we suck it up and be mistaken for a midget? Or shall we sacrifice ourselves at the feet of fashion...FOR the feet of fashion? Sacrifice being the operative word because the other day, I hate to tell you this, but I actually drew blood all in the name of pedi-fashion...
There is no way to tell whether or not shoes are going to be comfortable by merely walking for two minutes around the shoe store before you purchase them. Ideally you need to take them for a test day to really get a true feel for how they're going to treat you. Like how I realized the great pair of cream colored pointy toe pumps with kitten heels that I bought were actually a modern day torture and blistering device. By the time I made it to the elevator in my office building the band aids that I mistakenly thought were a protective armor shield had fallen off and my feet were bleeding. I re-applied new band aids but I was in so much blinding, bleeding pain that I could barely walk to the bathroom which is no more than 20 feet from my desk. My friend Sari suggested I hobble over to a shoe store at lunch and get myself some relief in the form of new shoes. She even offered to pick up some rubber flip flops from a guy on the corner and deliver them to my office on her lunch break. Rubber flip flops? Can't I have jellies instead? Bleeders can't be choosers, but I opted to complete this mission on my own and make my way to a shoe store. Once inside the shoe store, I, genius of the world, replace my cream pointy toe pumps with smokin hot white pointy toe almost flats. The only criteria being that they were the slightest bit more comfortable than what I had on. Then the sales lady starts trying to sell me insoles and leather cleaner. Me being in a bloody foot coma, couldn't care less what she was putting in my bag... All I wanted was to put on the shoes. Give me the shoes, now. $100 later, no more pain...

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