DOLCE AND GABBANA HEELS AND LEATHER DRESS
Women are amazing. Each one of us is a unique universe and no one is same as another. But we can not deny that there are many points in common. One of this is love for shoes, particularly high heels. Loved and hated. I love to see them in the shop windows, in the magazines and even piled in my room, when I do that two famous steps in front of the mirror. All the rest of time I hate them. High heels are awesome, no doubt, slend your line and always give that sexy though that we love. I adore them because they make our legs thinner, and it’s always a shock when you take them out and your calf become quickly the double. When I try them in from of that poor mirror in my room (I think it laughs a lot) I immediately start acting like if I am shooting for Vogue’s cover or like a 50′s pin-up, and I feel to be beautiful like never before. And how comfortable they seems in that meter of runway that is the distance from the door to the wall in which the mirror is hanged? In that moments you are sure that you would be able to wear them all the day without problems, that run from one side to the other of Milan and taking six times the tube will be easy. You’ll be able to run in the streets of the city or you’ll walk fast and sensual, leaving everyone amazed by you (“how slender is she”?!) or for how well you walk in them (“she have to be a model or something like that”). Then you decide to wear that heels. Even if your boyfriend sweetly reminds you that you go mad when your feet are painful and that Mike Tyson is a kind guy compared to you in that moments, but you don’t care, and that new heels that you have bought are the ones, the comfy ones. But, uff, it’s never like that. That heels that seems to be like socks are bastards. Even them after few steps started hitting your feet,that if were clobbered were less in pain. So you decide to take a break, you sit in a bar, and carefully, you take your feet off the shoes. Soothe! It seems to be the most peaceful moment in your life. You start thinking that to be happy in the life, it would be enough not wearing heels. You enjoy that freedom, sure that you took the right choose and than will be easier wearing torture instruments again, that won’t be painful anymore. Than you do it, and you realize that it has been one of the worst ideas ever taken. Your feet in that moments without duress are risen like a muffin, and that pain now is double, you feel like walking on burning coal after a burn.You are in panic. How will you go home? You have to walk for kilometers and you are not able to do another step. Your boyfriend is there, in silence. He doesn’t speak because that he is risking his life just for being there. He coyly ask you what he can do for you. What do you wanna do idiot? He says that he wanna carry you till the car (there are self-confidence courses at the gym?) or to buy new flats for you. You think about the second option, but how long will it takes? Maybe years, probably centuries. In the meanwhile you should wait in that bar, ordering at least a dinner for justify all that time sitting at the table. So you decide to bring all your last energies and walking like a hero to the car (that is useless, cause you always have to park that far away). But not every cloud has a silver lining, and the life offer us situations for grow and learn. That’s why every time that I wear high heels I have with me a pair of flats, the tragedy is at night, when I use one of that useless clutch. But we will talk about it another time.
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DOLCE AND GABBANA HEELS