Since my calves and tootsies have been screaming at me lately (they're just tired), I decided to wear a flats-friendly ensemble today.
Banana grey chevron-pinstripe skirt suit (longer skirt), bright pink v-neck, v-back blousy knit tank (wonderful how lovely the blousiness is when I'm 20lbs lighter). Layered necklaces.
And my black patent leather babydoll flats.
I ride to work with F, and we get in the elevator (yes, we work at the same company). He looks down.
"Your feet were hurting you?" he asks, a tad bit incredulously.
"Yup."
"You know, I really don't like flats."
Smile. Neither do I, I respond, and we both went on to express our appreciation for the ortho-friendly shoes.
But flats just don't do it. Still. After all this time.
Heels are it.
Badass doesn't have an expiration date. But bad fashion and Go-Gurts do.
2 comments:
I agree. But all of a sudden, my Manolos look so--I'm afraid to say it--dated. I feel like the bottom of my closet is crying out for a new stock of thick heels, or platforms, or at the very least, wedges.
Outfit sounds cute though:)
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