The Truth About Heels

chambray shirt {Forever 21} - striped shirt {Century 21} - sweater skirt {Madewell} - 

black leather tote {Banana Republic} - polka-dot socks {Gap} - black booties {Topshop}

You probably thought I'd be wearing heels in these photos, right? The truth is, this is about the highest heel you will see featured on this blog. I know what you're thinking, "girl...you cray cray, that isn't even a heel". Well, you're right. But I remain firm in my stance that this is the highest of heels that you'll see here. This is for a couple reasons. One, rarely do I wear heels during the day and this is when all my photos are taken. And two, you try stomping around NYC in a pair of heels and then let me know if I even need to give you a second reason.

It's a bit of a shame really. I feel like the laws of high heels have it a bit backwards. I would proclaim that a city, such as, New York would be the perfect place to wear heels in your day-to-day life. However, the amount of walking and standing one does during the day in New York makes wearing them down right stupid. I know there are women out there (because I've seen them with my own two eyes) who make it their mission to wear heels wherever they go. Many of those women have personal drivers and a desk job so really that's just unfair and they're rubbing it in. But, the select few brave souls who wear their heels to run errands, walk anything more than one city block and do not spend the majority of their day sitting down - well, I bow to you. Really. 

I wore a pair of heels to an event this weekend. I think I was crying by the end of hour one. I was certain of nerve damage by hour three and by the end of the night in the cab I was convinced that my feet would be bleeding, if even still there, when I got home.

So, to all my heel wearing sisters out there: I salute you.

j.