Today's task was inspired directly from my book, THE NEXT THING ON MY LIST. Wearing sexy shoes is one of the things my character, Marissa, had on her life list.
She chose silver stilettos. I went with a Michael Kors black sling. Four-inch wedge heel. And "sexy" may be a stretch, but compared to the geriatric pickings among the rest of my shoes, they're practically streetwalker wear.
Because here's the thing: I hate buying shoes. I know that by admitting this, I risk that I may have my vagina revoked. A woman...not liking shoes??! Surely she's an imposter!
Yet it's true. Those gals in Sex In the City may adore their Manolo Blahniks, but that's probably because they don't have square feet like I do. When I try stuffing these Fred Flintstones into some strappy number - well, it's plain unfortunate. Don't get me wrong - it's not hideous (not like my ex-husband, who had a freak toe...something to do with a heavy object falling on it in his youth). It's just that my foot in a glamorous shoe is akin to setting a chunk of Spam on top of caviar - the two just don't go.
That said, these new shoes are quite spiffy. They certainly make me taller.
In time, I may even learn to walk in them.