A few weeks ago I did a post on the dreaded plantar fascitis (micro tears in the foot) and how, frankly, it is ruining my world. Well, dear readers, I'd love to tell you that I am STRONG and that I have OVERCOME but you all know me by now and so it will come as no surprise that I am still wallowing in my fashion grief and misery. It's becoming an obsession. Instead of accepting this condition gracefully and handing over my extensive pump collection to my size 7 footed friends, I visit them (the pumps) in my closet daily as if they were prisoners.
To mix metaphors, I have become like a woman on a diet, circling the chocolate cupcakes at a party. I spend an inordinate amount of time online and in stores drooling over shoes that will never be mine. Want to join me? No? Too bad, you're coming along anyway: