I’m not quite that kinda girl you find yourself walking around with in heels. I left my last pair of really high boots right there by my 16 year old self, stumbling across the street trying to get into a fancy club.
But as most of the things in life, as time flies by, things start to change. Don’t get my wrong, there hasn’t been one day past my 17th birthday I’ve ever walked into a club with heels, but by now I don’t hate them as much as I used to for the past five years.
Especially these pair of beauties who, surprisingly, turned out to be quite a jackpot. Although the sole is quite flat (and made my toes definitely burn the first two days) I find myself more and more walking around seven hours straight.