I'm a hippie

I recycle, I eat organic, and most importantly, I wear flip flops just about every day of the year. Flat, comfortable, easy to put on and take off shoes. Emphasis on comfort.

Don't get me wrong: four inch heels are fun to look at. Christian Louboutins are drop dead gorgeous and if I had a spare $1,000 laying around at any given moment, I would give some serious thought to dropping it on a pair of his red-soled beauties.

But for the love of all things holy, high heels make make effing feet effing hurt.

I had a job interview today (for a job I don't especially want, but unemployment makes you do things you don't want to do) and I needed to look Uber Professional. That meant skirt, ironed shirt, and a ridiculously cute but professional pair of burgandy round-toe pumps. And yeah, my poor little feet are killing me. Plus, I look like a moron trying to walk around in them.

So here is my new goal: wear a pair of killer heels once a week to learn how to walk in them and acclimate myself to the ungodly pain. Then when I can do that, wear heels three times per week. That will give me four good days of flip flop comfort to recover.