More like, “Hello, you patent leather satan, you.”
High heels and I are not friends. We have never been friends. Where other women glide across the floor with grace and poise…I clomp.
There is nothing sexy about clomping in high heels. Unless you’re a horse, which I am not.
So. This year, along with being the year of getting a big girl bed, I am determined to learn how to glide with grace and poise.
...and in those heels. Everytime I look at them, I think of my friend’s girlfriend and everything about her screams sexkitten. I want to be that. I want to be sexkitten.