Love, love, love...
I've recently come to the sad realization that I can not wear heels without being in excruciating pain. I made the mistake of bringing a pair to New York with me this past week, and made the further mistake of actually attempting to wear them. Bad news bears. By the time 1 o'clock rolled around, my knees had swelled to the size of grapefruits and amputation would have been a welcome relief from the searing hurt coursing throughout my entire body. You might be thinking I'm being dramatic, but I assure you: I'm not. This whole course of events saddened me, I like how heels look. I think they put a certain polish on most outfits. Enter these babies. Maybe I'm fooling myself by thinking these wouldn't be so bad because they're wedges. I don't know. In any case, they're beautiful. Want. Covet. Love.
P.S. Thank you to everyone who left such kind and supporting comments in my last post. I really wasn't having a good day, and hearing from all of you really brightened things up! Thank you to everyone who reads my ramblings- you are all amazing!
