High Heeled Shoes
I’m always joking with my friends about how I’m barely a girl sometimes. On the list of things I enjoy doing on a Saturday, shopping is probably as close to the bottom as one can get. Handbags, accessories, jewelry – none of it holds my interest. But of all the girly things out there,
the one I hate the most has got to be high heeled shoes.
Seriously, I hate just about everything about them. Sometimes they’re cute, but cute is not enough to convince me to stuff my feet into them; bunnies are cute, as well, but same idea, unless they happen to be slippers. I hate how they make my ankles feel wobbly and unstable, I hate how sore my legs and feet are when I take them off, I hate how they click as I walk down the hall. I hate when OTHER people click down the hall in heels. The noise they make has me secretly hoping the offender falls flat on her face.
Lastly, I hate that it’s near impossible to wear a dress or a skirt without wearing high heels. Most of the time, flats look silly with a skirt, but heels bother me so much that I rarely get dressed up. If I could wear sneakers and a skirt, I’d probably be all about that. Thank God, for Sketchers: without their dressed up sneakers, work would be complete hell for me. High heels = work of the devil. That is my rant for the week.
Rhiannimated Mind | Rhiannimated | 
16 June 2009 1:11 AM
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