Because hope springs eternal, I am assuming that, despite all evidence to the contrary, spring will be here soon. This means, of course, new shoes!
Back me up here, girls.
Unfortunately, as I have been perusing the online selection of my favorite footwear retailer, I have also found myself muttering things like:
“But I don’t have any plans to fight lions in Rome.”
“I don’t want to die!”
“I’m not trying to make extra cash in the evenings.”
I’m too young to be this old.
And Tewt the Newt is contemplating the slimming effects of a 4 inch heel vs. the gravitational effects of 40-year-old ankles in said 4 inch heels.