I dream in four inch Jimmy Choo’s. My alter-ego wears heels to the gym, high, high heels. But for my real life, the one I’m currently living in, and the feet I got at the bottoms of my legs, well, a one inch heel is about as high as I can go. And I frequently go lower.
So, all hail Victoria “Posh” “The higher the heel, the closer to Anna Wintour” Beckham. She has sworn off heels, in favor of sneakers. YES, SNEAKERS. Let’s give this former stilletto-wearing babe a standing O. Let’s face it, heels make any woman’s legs look sexier, but what they do to your feet could buy a podiatrist a second and third home.
I inherited bunions, thankyousomuchmom. (And I’ve seen Victoria’s feet, and she has bunions, too, which I imagine is why she is opting to make sneakers fashion forward now). I never wore particularly high heels when I was younger, so I didn’t really deserve them in the same way women who jam their feet into too tight shoes, or super high heels do, but there you have it. As I grew, and my bunion grew, I actually grew out of being able to wear any kind of heel because of the pressure on my bunion. And pretty soon, as I have well-documented on this blog, I had that bunion beheaded. And it’s brought me back to being able to wear many more shoes, but it’s not like me and Manola are going to be walking anywhere together anytime soon.
So, you know, for a girl with feet like mine, who kind of loves fashion, it’s a particularly sweet kind of music to my ears, and my toes, that David’s wife is making $80 Stan Smith’s trendy. I already ordered a pair. Happy, happy spring (in my step).