Day 25: High Heels

Until recently, I was not a high heels girl. I was strictly ballet flats, as authorized by Audrey Hepburn. I'm of average height, so it's not as though they would have made me monstrously tall or anything, I just wasn't  a huge fan of the form of the shoe.

My opinion has changed. Maybe I'm finally branching out or maybe I'm just getting older, but I really like high heels now. Even though I was never a fan before, I had still managed to acquire a few pairs for various reasons. And then, this weekend (the very same weekend of the purchasing of the suspenders), I saw these beige heels at Charlotte Russe. They were beautiful. Plastic and shiny, a not-too-high heel, and pointy toes. I was in love. And at $4.95 (on clearance from $24), I was allowed to be.

Even though I bought them on Saturday, I didn't get the opportunity to wear them until Wednesday, as you can see here:

The picture taken of me is not that great, but I had my friend do it and as I was saying "I think we should retake it...", she was scurrying off to her room because she had missed the first thirty seconds of The Middle, which is apparently a very funny show, although I have yet to see its appeal. (Sorry Kristin, I really do appreciate you taking the picture!)

Anyway, you can see that the blazer is getting its fair share of love this month, and this time I wore it with my flower camisole that I have also worn before (See? See how you can recycle articles of clothing into different outfits?) I wore the Gap jeans as well, and the finishing touch were those lovely heels.

Yes, it did take me a wee bit long to make to from Point A to Point B in these babies, but still. They were surprisingly comfortable, it is just that one needs to be careful to maintain balance in heels, especially on the slippery cafeteria floor where bad things are bound to happen. Luckily, I took no spills. I think that the more I wear heels, the better I will be at strutting along without toppling over. 

This may sound strange, but wearing heels actually makes me feel really confident and powerful. Maybe it has something to do with the way you sort of have to strut while wearing them. Or perhaps I'm just crazy. In my life, that is always a valid option. Still, if you usually don't opt for heels, you may want to brave them at least once and see how you feel. Yes, your feet will probably hurt, but what about your confidence? Up? Down? 

I'm curious to know if I really am crazy.