I wore a pair of high heels for about two hours today and ohmydogs are killing me.
Give me my chocolate laceless Allstars immediately! or my ugg slippers or my Tevas or my tennies or any other comfortable shoe that's nearby. Stat!
Great Fashion Memory (GFM): For most of the 80s, every big party I went to, I wore a pair of vintage, black velvet, stileto heels where the toe came to point about the width of a pencil. Talk about suffering for fashion. But I looked hot! F*** me pumps we used to call them.
Another GFM: about a million years ago, when Ali was my roomy, (who by the way, has almost always had the good sense to wear sensible shoes; but she's required by law, hahaha) I was getting dressed in my little black dress to go to a show in the city. I think it was X at the Kabuki.
The dress was gorg, the earrings were decided, hair done, makeup applied but I was stuck on the shoes. I couldn't decide between the high heels, or the short heeled comfortable boots. The heels looked better but I was planning on dancing and I didn't want sore feet. I lamented, I changed, I stood in the mirror, I fretted.
Ali came in, after hearing me sigh one too many times, and I told her my dilemna. Usually she would say something along the lines of: "wear the comfortable shoes, dumbass bitch." But that night she was feeling generous. She said, "I know how you feel, you want to look sexy but feel comfortable at the same time." Well that was supportive, but it didn't help me.
Exasperated I replied, "Well shit, if I wanted to feel comfortable and sexy at the same time, I'd stay home and play with myself."
I wore the heels.
