In the midst of midsummer clearance and consolidation sales, I always find it a bit jarring that an expensive heel will always seem like a better deal than a marked-down flat. Even when the cost of the reduced-price heel is, say, three times more than the poor, slovenly flat, my brain convinces me that the heel is definitely a fantastic deal that I. CANNOT. PASS. UP!
…which, in terms of the economic facts of the situation, really makes no sense. I hardly ever wear heels, given my genetic disposition towards bunion growth and lack-of-exercise-driven-weak ankles, and I live in flats. I wear flats everywhere. Despite this fact, which would make the cost per wear of an expensive flat shoe ridiculously lower than the corresponding designer heel, my LOVE of those gorgeous, leg-lengthening, bunion-growth-stimulating, pain-inducing, at-least-four-inch heels prevails!
I believe this madness is akin to art collecting. In my graduate student strapped budget, my art collection is limited to DIY framed photos of animals snapped on vacation and IKEA framed art, but my closet tells a different story. There, shoeboxes house my small, blossoming collection of art that is functional (well, at least for a few hours at a time). Hundreds of dollars hidden away in cardboard boxes, and, you know what?
It’s totally worth it.
