This is the second time that I've worn flats in a post. Two out of 175 leaves us with less than one percent. Now I can't pretend that I never wear them, but it's awkward. I'm not going to lie that I tripped at least three times yesterday. Maybe it's getting used to having all of my size 10 foot on the ground at once, but I'm going to need some practice. I'll save it for the weekend when I'm not walking among the nine to fivers on LaSalle St.
|Francesca's tank, Merona cardigan, Gap jeans, BP flats, Pac Sun purse, Target earrings|