My friend Brittney is a woman among women. She wears high heels every single day, no matter what, even though she stands for work all day, every day. She never complains about it, either. I’ve envied her ability to do this for quite some time, as I wear heels for a couple hours and begin to wonder if my toes will ever recover. Since we started filming, I’ve learned that wearing a little heel DRASTICALLY improves my posture, which makes me feel much better about being in front of a camera on the days when I’m not swinging a hammer on construction sites. I’ve tried wearing them more and more, slipping them into casual wardrobe here and there, and somehow… Someway… I walked in my wooden wedges all afternoon, then walked a couple blocks from my studio to home.
My feet didn’t feel fantastic or anything, but I wasn’t crippled by them either. So I’m mighty proud of that. Sort of like when ballerinas learn to go on pointe, maybe? Yeah, that may be a stretch.
I also drove Ben’s truck for the first time today. Did not wear heels while doing this, though.