On my way to my studio this morning I saw a woman walking down the sidewalk with a sour look on her face. She was an office worker of some type and was proceeding very gingerly, as if on eggshells in the way only a person in pain can. I looked down and sure enough, she was wearing a very good looking pair of heels, but clearly they were going to ruin her day.
I've done it many times myself - worn a pair of cute-as-hell-heels only to realize part-way through my day that they were going to severely hinder my desire to move... AT ALL! My boyfriend calls them 'stupid shoes'. So my cute-as-hell-heels usually sit, beautiful as they are, at home collecting dust.