Let's do that thing where I anticipate what your reaction is here:
Amanda, this is the most ridiculous thing you've added.
I know. And I won't pretend that there weren't some very valid contenders for today's post. I still have a multitude of things that need to be decluttered and cleaned, such as my car, my bathroom, and my closet, to name a few. I also have fully intended to add to my exercise routine... eventually.
BUT, I have a paper due tomorrow, so all that takes a back seat. (I've already accumulated multiple hours of study/ work time today, and this puppy isn't even done yet). Slipping on a pair of shoes while I go about the rest of my business around the house though? Totally manageable.
As with wearing makeup, I don't believe that it is my obligation as a woman to wear heels. I'm sure anyone who knows me personally can count on one hand the number of times they've seen me in them. I tend to be pretty plain Jane with regards to how I dress, and that includes footwear. However, (fun fact,) from an aesthetic standpoint I love them. They are just so dang uncomfortable.
I realized a couple years ago that like working out or flossing your teeth, wearing heels might be one of those tricky things to get into because it hurts a lot at the beginning, but then maybe once you become used to it, it becomes more tolerable. This is still just a theory. I haven't actually worn them consistently enough to know. I did try to work my way up to real heels once. I bought a couple pairs of work shoes with about a 1 inch lift in the back. My goal was to work up to some of the fancier ones pictured here. That didn't take though.
The gold ones in the front are hands down my favorite. I'm not much of a shopaholic or shoe lady. These gave me a glimpse into that mentality though. When I saw them, I fell in love. I didn't need them for an upcoming event. I couldn't think of one thing in my (limited) wardrobe they complimented. I wasn't even sure when I would conceivably ever wear them. I just wanted them. I knew the minute I laid eyes on them that between the gold glitter and the platforms they were better suited for a drag queen or street walker than for little old me, and I didn't care. I have attempted to wear them in public approximately twice. The first time was to a club a friend brought me to a couple summers ago. She took one look and told me she didn't think I'd last the night in them. I had a pair of Tevas in for the ride home, already anticipating the sharp pain my toes and arches would endure. I got about halfway across the parking lot to walk into the club before circling back to the car for the more sensible option. The second time was for a staff event at camp. My feet hurt as I mingled, but I figured as soon as I sat down I'd be fine. The mistake I made was letting a gentleman friend of mine, who is of shorter stature, try them on as a gag. He was so pleased with the additional height and had such an uncanny knack for walking in them that he did not give them back until the end of the evening. I can't say I blame him. As I stood in front of the mirror today my immediate thought was, "Holy crap, I am a GIANT!"
In my current job, heels are completely impractical. There are a few women at my school who wear them, but I suspect they have more experience with them than I do. They also don't spend as much of their day wrangling 5 year-olds. When they do, however, in a pair of shoes that would make me nervous about twisting an ankle, I am always in awe.
Today's Accomplishments:
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