It's Jen's fault. I was working late like a good girl. She's the one who called me and said she was on the way to JC Penneys to buy shoes. My office is not far from Penneys. What am I gunna do...stay and work while my friend shoe shops alone? No way. Not me. I couldn't do that to her, so I hopped in my car and found her standing by a clearance table of boots.
There were tall boots, short boots, black boots, brown boots. It was a boot lover's paradise. Here's the thing...I didn't really need a pair of boots. Of course, you know I bought some. How do you pass up $70 boots for $10? Who cares that they were not my exact size...close enough. It wouldn't matter if I were an eskimo and it was ice on that clearance table. I would have definitely bought it! It was too good of a deal to pass up.
So I left with a cool pair of high-heeled, black boots. They seemed a little "high" for me, but I look so wonderfully tall in them, I pushed any doubting thoughts to the back of my mind. Surely the height advantage is worth the trade off of comfort.
I decided to wear the boots to work today. I had an important meeting and thought looking tall would be a good idea. As an afterthought, I tossed my loafers into my bag. Good thing. I arrived at work at 7:45am. The boots came off at 8:15. I was much shorter for the rest of the day, but a whole lot more comfortable.