voluntary foot torture

I promise I'm trying to catch up on all your lovely blogs and respond to comments - where did all this flurry of activity keeping me busy come from?! Did I step into someone else's life? What happened to my typical weeks of doing nothing particularly exciting for hours on end? Since when did I become so... so... productive?

textured jersey bouquet tee, J.Crew [x]
twisted trooper sweater cardigan, F21 [x]
striped wrap skirt circa 2007, Theory
black tights, Hue
'polly' heels, Tahari [x]
elephant ring, F21
the time teller watch, Nixon [x]

I love these heels! It's not easy to see in the pictures, but they're patent leather (which I'm a sucker for) (ooo shiny), maryjane-style with an adorable silk bow, and peep-toe. There is no part of that description that doesn't sound fantastic to me. The only problem is that the heel is HIGH, which means that my feet take a beating every time I wear these. But do I care? No. (and I may or may not have taken them off before and walked around Macys with bare stockinged feet after I couldn't take the walking-on-fire feeling anymore) (shhh!)