Function and fantasy collide
i did it. i rocked out my 4 inch Vince Camuto peep toe booties last night. if i do say so myself, they looked and felt great… i was embracing my high heel loving self. at 5:25pm i was at one with my renewed love affair with footwear.
at 8:32pm i fretfully glanced at the clock. there were 6 blocks of less than stellar pavement and at least a half kilometre of tunnel between me and my 8:46pm Seabus departure. i exited the building and glanced at my watch–it was looking a bit hopeless. i attempted to quicken my step but immediately realized I had maxed out my pace. the four inches that lengthened my legs and gave me the illusion of being skinnier, taller and fabulous, significantly shortened and slowed my stride.
step by step, i could I hear my own thoughts and words mocking me….yes indeed…why don’t i rock out some heels at my earliest opportunity. why not? who needs function when you can have fantastic footwear.
at 8:44.56 pm I triumphantly clicked through the turnstile, proving that at least for one night i could live the dream.