Trying to be French

lately

i've been thinking

that i'm just not 

a high heeled wearing

kind of girl.

oh..believe me..

it's not that i don't want to be

or haven't tried.

i just think my feet were

made for let's say...

dansko's.

so..

i bought these 

lovelies from j.crew recently

during a 30% off sale.

i had them shipped to my mom

on the vineyard back home in the states..

because the shipping is like.. more than

the shoes.

when i was home in boston with hannah,

my mom brought them up to me.

i practiced walking all over my hotel room..

all over hannah's hospital room.

(i took this picture lying down

on my hotel bed..

looking lovingly up at them).

figuring i had it down..

my sister and i hit the mall

while my mom visited with hannah.

the minute i stepped outside

i thought..

i should really go back up 

and put my flats on.

but no.

i was determined.

within minutes blisters were forming.

we stopped and had lunch

and my feet regrouped.

i left my sister to the ladies room

and started walking towards 

the shops.

i had to keep stopping..

to rest my feet.

no joke.

i was pretending to be on a call

or texting.

(go ahead and laugh..

i am..now.)

i had to sit on one of those mall benches

to stop the pain.

my sister somehow passed me

in the mall

which turned into a big joke.

i met her at j.crew

and walked straight back to the 

shoe department.

Topher..

the salesman said..

you look like you're in a bit of pain.

YOU THINK TOPHER!

i took the shoes off

and bought another pair.

(not the same ones!)

but a cute pair of 

low heeled sandals..

that i love.

fast forward to a few days ago.

blisters are heeled.

i try practicing in them again.

for crying out loud..

they're not stilletos!

i spend two hours in them

on sunday..

prancing around my kitchen 

making chicken tarragon.

i'm feeling confident

thinking..

i can be like these

french women!

the next day

i wear them up the street

to the food market.

literally a 5 minute walk.

i swear i was looking for a cab

to drive me back down the street.

not only did the original blister

reappear..

but now i have two new ones.

i'm not giving up.

but for now..

they might make cute 

bookends.