The New York International Gift Fair: packed. The Chesapeake Bay Candle booth: breathtaking. My feet after the first day: killing me.
I should have known that something was wrong when I strode up to the Chesapeake Bay Candle booth at the New York International Gift Fair and was met with: “Child, what do you think you’re doing?!”
Aimee Dorsey, our CBC booth mistress who is usually a smiling angel, looked like she wanted to shake me.
“What?” I said, perplexed. She pointed down to my feet.
My happy feet weren’t clad in their usual ballerina flats – I had decided to be daring for my first day in New York. I was towering in 3” heels.
Apparently, as Aimee went on to vehemently explain, if you didn’t wear heels normally, you couldn’t just start wearing them all of a sudden. I had chosen poor footwear for a day filled with scampering about NYC, she said.
It was 9:30 a.m. and my soles felt fine, so I waved off her concern.
Noon rolled around, and I was still feeling fine.
By five thirty, I was beginning to understand why my good friend was so alarmed. The heels were gorgeous, yes, but those puppies hurt like no other. The balls of my feet were throbbing and my hips (of all things) felt unaligned.
We had a press event that night, so there was no way I was getting out of them anytime soon. Aimee had given me a dire warning that morning: don’t take my shoes off until I was ready to leave them off for the night. So I didn’t.
I made it through the event, and I don’t think anyone noticed me shifting from one foot to the other, so I considered it a success.
As soon as I hobbled into the cab though, I whipped off the heels and put on my trusty Old Navy flops. Too late.
It took three days for my feet to feel normal again, but I’m thrilled to say that I’m sitting here at my computer wearing my comfy flats – feet fully returned to normal operation.
Some people say beauty is pain, and you have to sacrifice sometimes. I say tell that to my not-so-happy feet.
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