I did something this weekend I never want to do again. I did something that left me scarred...literally and figuratively. I did something that left me bruised and battered. I walked 2.06 miles in 3-inch high heels.
My girlfriend Holly was in Chicago this weekend, so on Friday night we decided to get dolled up and put on our best high heels. We walked to dinner at Friends Sushi restaurant at Rush and Superior. (Side note: This is hands down the best Sushi in Chicago. The "Friends" roll will make you cry happy tears. I'm pretty sure it could unite the Shiites and Sunnis.)
So I've realized while I enjoy having on the cutest tops and designer jeans, my shoes will be remain ugly and practical, and I'm okay with that.