TGIF! I have to confess, I really don't like wearing heels. If it wasn't for how freaking hot those torture devices made us all look, I'd much rather be in sneaks, flats, or flip flops any day of the week.
Clearly some sick sadistic man with mommy issues came up with that contraption, but I'm not gonna lie, he was on to something because I'd give up my first born for that extra bootie lift you get from anything 5 inches and up.
I thank Sweet Baby Jesus everyday for that tiny miracle, but it's so bittersweet, because the associated pain is the things that nightmares are made of. So, from time to time, I say fuck that, and opt to wear anything that doesn't defy gravity like these boots I paired with skinnies, tee, and a comfy sweater.
I'm telling you, for a few magical hours I felt like I was floating or drugged up on a shitload of quaaludes, as I felt no pain. I walked freely with a little extra pep in my step thanks to my newly liberated pinky toes.
It was just the break my dogs needed, but trust and believe, it won't be a long one. After all, with my cheeks heading south, this gravity challenged girl can always use a little bootie lift. I'm about that life.
Enjoy your weekend! Thanks for stopping by.