High Heels and Me
So you'd think a fashion forward person like myself would have a closet full of high-heels: stilletos, mules, wedges, you name it. Strangely enough, I've got a nice, but limited collection. Don't get me wrong- I love the look of heels, but how's a girl going to even walk from shop to shop.
Some of the best looking heels really are works of art. There have been a whole series of coffee table books dedicated to the topic, as if we were taking about Goya here. But let me ask you this, would you buy a sculpture and sleep on it? No. Well then why the hell do we all stick our feet into them and schlep around for hours as if we can make some semi-nomadic journey in them?
It all reminds me of the true, non-sanitized, non-Disney version of Cinderella, coming straight from the old world via Brothers Grimm. In it, Cinderella's evil stepsister cuts off her heels in order to cram it into the glass slipper. As her prince charming expectantly awaits her, a little bird sings overhead "Blood in shoe, Blood in Shoe, Not the right bride for you!"
Think about that twice the next time you buy some pumps....