I had an older lady stop and say to me in the shop on Saturday “the higher, the better, honey.” She pointed to my bun and then to my heels. We squeezed each other’s hands and had a moment. And in that moment it was just me and my 80 year old doppelganger, holding each other in the middle of a crazy world.
Little did she know that the heels I was wearing at the time had nothing on these. These are five inch heels — she would be so proud.
I wore this out for a night on the town with B this Saturday night. Of course we tore it up. And of course we were home by 8 pm. Possibly asleep by 9. Just wild, that’s what our date nights are.