Dear Wedge Heels,
My whole life, I’ve wanted to be three things: “Sabrina the Teenage Witch,” a writer, and the kind of person who wears high heels everyday. I’ve failed mightily on the first count, done pretty well on the second, and the third, well, that’s a bit more complicated…
In college I stocked my closet with pumps and stilettos, trying desperately to bring some “Sex and the City” flair to my rural Oregon University. But after countless blisters and befuddled Carhartt-clad classmates asking me if I was going to the opera, I ended up switching to Converse.
Next I became a die-hard fan of ballerina flats. I wore them constantly, because they were cute and comfortable and also because sometimes, if I caught a glimpse of my foot from the perfect angle I could pretend I was Audrey Hepburn.
In the past year, though, things have changed between my ballet flats and me. It started when I saw a few photos of myself looking, well, stumpy. I’m short (about 5’3”), and my flat shoes weren’t doing me any favors. But if I were being completely honest with my ballet flats, I’d have to tell them that a third party was involved in our breakup, and that third party was you, Wedges.
You probably remember how it all started. I found the cutest pair of gray, round toe shoes on sale at Target for 15 bucks. I loved everything about them except the 2-inch wedge heel. “I don’t wear heels,” I thought, but I tried you on anyway. You actually felt more comfortable than my ballet flats. You gave me the kind of support I never knew existed. You made my legs look just as good as a 4-inch stiletto would, but without the grave risk of ankle breaking. It wasn’t long before I was wearing you almost every day.
Wedges, at the risk of sounding melodramatic, you’ve kind of changed my life. I feel more professional and put together when I wear you. I feel sexier. And most importantly, I feel that much closer to reaching all three of my life goals. Now I just need to find myself a talking cat.
[Pictured: Calvin Klein Suede Wedges, $99, Zappos]