you have to walk a mile in her shoes

One of my favourite pairs of shoes.

On my way home from work yesterday, I decided to stop at DSW for a little shoe shopping, ostensibly to pick up a pair of work-appropriate flats to continue babying my aching joints and muscles.

I wandered through the aisles, finding a few I liked. But by the time I hit the end of the women’s shoe section, most of the boxes I held in my arms contained pumps.

Oh, how I enjoyed trying them all on! I sashayed around the store in my favourites, feeling sexy and feminine and powerful in a way I haven’t in in a long time, since, well, since I was last able to wear heels comfortably.

Though there was one pair of shoes I especially loved and another I really struggled with leaving behind (I’ll take them in an 8.5, thanks!), I didn’t end up buying any. Even so, that experience was a boost I needed; though I may not be 100 percent ready yet, I’m closer to being able to wear heels full-time than I’ve been in a long time. And knowing that is worth more to me than any (extremely hot) Ann Marino pumps.

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