This week I was scheduled to have dinner with a friend. The night before our dinner my friend posted that she was stressing out about which shoes she was supposed to wear to dinner with me.
Really, am I that judgmental?
|These are "big girl shoes."|
After work we met up, and true to her word, she was wearing her "big girl shoes."
Normally a statuesque blond, she now towered over six feet tall, making any added height I had totally inconsequential. At my best I can get to 5'8", which is her height in flats.
The "big girl" shoes she was so proud of? A nude patent with a round toe, smartly paired with a iridescent brown pant.
The funny thing being that we were sitting in a restaurant, and I'm pretty sure no one saw our shoes. Plus when she stands up you notice how tall she is, and not necessarily her shoes.
Then again, with me standing next to her, no one notices my shoes either since I just look like a small child standing next to her. Which is really a shame because they were super cute.
I also want to note that I cropped out the Crocks-covered foot of whatever poor, unfortunate, stylistically void individual happened to be walking by at the moment.
And yes, I guess I really am that judgmental.