I have two pairs of stacked wedges that I still wear out (if I ever get to go out!)
I think I've said before that they outlasted my marriage and the Evil Ex.
The white ones do make my feet burn after a night of dancing, but at least I can keep them on. Many of my dancing shoes were only viable for about an hour and then stashed under a table somewhere. Dancing barefoot is so much nicer since the smoking ban!
I had a high-heeled, calf-high (mock) snakeskin boot stolen while out dancing in Weymouth. Luckily I was a slip of a thing then, and got a piggy-back to the boat I was staying on. I always wonder who bothered to steal a single boot. I suspect a jealous lady, because I was in a damned foxy dress. And because it makes me feel good to think that.
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