"Hang on a minute," I told him as I balanced myself on one foot with a hand against a structural column down in the subway. I was taking off my flats and pulling on a pair of strappy, 4.5-inch sandals.
"What are you doing?" he looked appalled.
"Duh, changing shoes. Everyone does it."
"They do?"
I hesitated. Do they? The flats were going to be tucked neatly away into my purse and no one would be the wiser that I had saved myself a $15 door-to-door cab ride in favour of taking the trains that weren't quite door-to-door. Isn't that what all fiscally responsible (and, ahem, environment-conserving) women do? Oh, don't think I didn't notice that pile of shoes under your desk at work!
My friend didn't believe me. Instead, he attempted to comfort me with, "Don't worry. You'll get used to it soon enough" (implying, of course, that he was a dyed in the wool New Yorker used to the trials and tribulations of living in this city whereas I was the fresh-faced implant who still changed shoes--psshawww heehee).
Unless they're those extra comfy Frye's I keep raving about, walking over 20 minutes in heels does get to me. Not to mention, these city streets are shoe-destroyers. Getting the shoe guy to change your taps every week can become an expensive habit.
Speaking of those Frye's, they came in last Monday and are fabulous and so comfortable:
I especially love this shade of brown because it goes so well with black... comme ça:
Prada FW2006 (the lover of black in me loves that collection).