A few years ago, I traded in my beloved high heels for flats while I recuperated from a injury. Despite my previous love for any shoe that made me taller than my male co-workers, the flat changed my life.
Suddenly, I could walk fast enough to keep up with my Boss. I didn’t need to spend time each night soaking my feet in Epsom salts. I no longer clacked as I walked down the marble halls. (I could sneak up on people again!)
And so, even after I had healed, I kept wearing flats two to three times per week.
In regard to flats, I espouse only one rule: Boring flats aren’t chic. To this end, I own a red pair, a gold pair, two patterned pairs and now a tortoise shell pair. Seriously, how cute are these?