The best part? Somewhere during the course of that trip April and I managed to build up resistance to painful heels of the tall and pretty variety (surely you know what I mean). Ever since, I have proclaimed sole-searching, in its many forms, a legitimate cure for whatever romantic disillusion ails me.
By San Francisco-based fashion writer Stephanie Simons, size 8, pities the fool who thinks a shoe is just a shoe.
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