So I am sitting here trying to break in my new Christian Siriano nude pumps, the ones for the Payless collection that have the staggering four inch heels. I bought them at the beginning of the month when I went to go pick up Mr. Big from the airport, I wore a short corn flower blue dress with daisy details from Old Navy, with these pumps, it was the perfect mixture of come hither and innocence all in one outfit. Except for one thing, I could barely walk in them, I felt like a hobbled horse, as if someone had tied my legs together and was holding the reigns.
I wanted to run into his arms the way people do in movies, we hadn't seen each other in over a month and I couldn't wait to feel wrapped up in his arms. I knew I looked absolutely fantastic, I had dropped 25 pounds, was looking fit and firm and very sexy but I couldn't actually move, I felt like a living statute in these shoes. As soon as he walked towards me and gave me one of his signature warmth filled hugs I gave in to the pain and put on my very cute but not as sexy spectator flats.
I'd broken the rule, I'd chosen comfort over fashion and I was a little disappointed in myself. Mr. Big being the ultimately good natured person he is, just laughed at what a height difference it made between us. Heeled or not, it didn't stop him from kissing me until we were both drunk on each other. But I decided then that I would learn to walk in these dang shoes, I wanted to be the sexy vixen who can command a room and click clack her way down any hall with confidence.
So for the next two weeks I'm trying to walk in my heels for 15 minutes at night, in the comfort of my own home. I know it takes practice and sometimes what feels like aerial maneuvers to stay upright in these things, but I know it will be worth it. Not for Big or any other man but because one day I'm going to have walk into a room, a situation or something that I don't feel tall enough to handle and when that days comes, I want to be able to saunter in with a little boost from Mr. Loubtain.