I wasn't meant to wear cool shoes. Unless they have some built in comfort apparently.
This morning, while I was dressing for work, I thought I'd break out my cool new shoes, a black patent shiny shoe with an ankle strap, aka, death shoe.
It's only 11:30 am, and I've already had to retire the shoes to my car, as my ankle bones are rubbed raw and I didn't want to inflict further damage. But darn, they were cute.
Beauty is pain, but apparently I'm no sadist. At least not today.
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