High Heels and Cobblestones

Okay so I’ve never really been a high heel wearing kind of gal. Not to school, parties, downtown, just never. I don’t know if it was my lack of grace or my keen ability to hit and or trip over inanimate objects that did me in but those suckers just aren’t my cup of tea. Especially on cobble stone streets and sidewalks, which, if you didn’t already know, is what the entire European continent is made of.

 

But once again after moving to Copenhagen, I found myself the minority in this world of lavish and chic. I was in a predicament. A predicament that could squander my eternal European plight to appear Un-American. It didn’t take long for me to realize that the only people here not wearing high heels were the men, and the handful of Americans who needn’t read further to heed my advice. It was this awareness that permitted my guilt free 699 DKK high-heeled boot purchase. C’mon, wedges couldn’t be that hard to walk in…right?

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