Friday, July 29, 2011
The heels that have been lurking at the side of my internet subconscious are mine. No longer do they only exist on the feet of fashion royalty snapped on Street style blogs. No longer do my feet cry in envy. They are mine.
My eyes fell out and hung on bloody, springy stalks as soon as I saw them huddled in a corner of Pitt St. Zara. After a quick confirmation that they were in fact, my size and the last pair in my size, I ran to the counter faster than I run to the fridge for the bag of shredded cheese after my parents go grocery shopping. Despite how low the heel is, they are incredibly hard to walk in, harder than any other heels I've tried on... but I guess I'll just have to break these babies in. Even if I am internally screaming in pain, I will look classy whilst doing so.
In other news I'm now employed and interning at various places. Happy days! A bit overwhelmed, but happy (and hectic) days, nonetheless.