BAD: High Heels to Work

Ow! I don’t know why I didn’t expect that everyone working at a fashion design company would be decked out in 3 inch heels everyday, but they are.  Seriously, EVERYDAY.  Tiny Cynthia Rowley is running around in the cutest tights strapped into skyscrapers, strutting up and down 4 flights and I can’t even take the train to work in wedges.  Each morning I covertly remove my Keds slip-ons a block away and cram my feet into the least treacherous heels my collection includes.  And the ruse is successful! Twice I have had my shoes (and thus my efforts) commended.

But I am literally suffering.  These are hard times for my toes-ies.  I think my feet grew a half-size this summer but I can’t afford new shoes (which is psychologically traumatic enough), so one day I HAD to stuff my poor toes into these pretty hot peach snake skin rounded pumps, tied with some plaid ribbon I found in lieu of the white misplaced laces they came with.  Bad idea! My right big toe was numb for the following TWO DAYS.  I actually thought I was going to need to seek medical help for my high heel related ailment.

Also, the constant and prolonged cramming and stuffing and pushing and banging has made the tips and ends of my toes super-sensitive, leading to an even worse injury I sustained on Friday night.  I was hopping into bed when I slammed my big toe head-on into the jagged metal corner of my bed frame.  Needless to say, it killed, but I thought all I needed was ice so I limped to the kitchen to throw a box of spinach on it. That is when I looked down and notice that the skin was shredded atop a slowly accruing pool of bright bright blood.  I don’t usually cringe when I get hurt, because I am so accident prone, but this one actually grossed me out.  Luckily the Neosporin was where it should be and I had the sufficient 15 bandaids to cover the wound and keep it in place for the night.

It was pretty unfortunate the next morning when I got dressed to go to synagogue and was in too much pain to put on ANY of my closed shoes – I tried many.  It was chilly and I had to wear sandals and socks – I DO NOT DO THIS.  I did not feel like changing my outfit so I ended up looking part Japanese tourist/part 50s schoolgirl.  The whole experience gave me a new look but not the sophisticated fashionista one I was going for.

I believe that one day my dream of finding tall, comfortable, goodlooking shoes will come true, or at least by then I will have a driver…or a really strong and patient boyfried.

 

I want them!

 

 

M