Day 43

My sister has perfect feet. Long, slender and with a decent arch. The genetic lottery has definitely treated us differently there where she inherited her general frame and physique from our fathers´ long-limbed side of the family and I´m like 100% my mother. Not that I´m bitter or anything but you would think that given my extraordinary love of shoes I would have a decent pair of feet to put them on.

My reluctance to accept my short and stubby feet might actually be part of the explanation to the number of shoes I have but can´t wear. I keep thinking I´m going to look good/be comfortable in narrow models that actually are more like torture equipment than walking gear.

I liken myself here to the hordes of Spanish women who, aspiring to some kind of tall and blond Nordic stereotype of beauty insist on dying their thick and often gorgeous dark locks and end up looking a more orange-gold version of the same short Latina they were to begin with.

Today I´m all about comfort in unusually forgiving Zara Basic flats from the fall/winter 2012 collection. Cleverly inspired by Louboutin´s spikes from the same time.