That girl

You know who I'm talking about. We've all seen her, and we've all been her. The girl that's limping out of a club at 2 in the morning pretty sure that her shoes are filled with blood. Or the girl that's getting carried through a Vegas casino at 5, 6 or 7 in the morning in the arms of a stranger, with her shoes hanging from her fingertips because she just couldn't take another step. Why do we do this to ourselves?

We try on shoes that are uncomfortable from the moment we stand up (but man do they look hot). I've worn them all, from 4 inch heels to 6 inchers with a 2 inch platform. There isn't a shoe in this world that is too high or too uncomfortable, as long as it looks just right. I've tried every shoe insert to make those bad boys more bearable, and after a night of dancing, none of them have worked.

Until last week. I went to Nordstrom for guess what...more shoes, and the girl at the register convinced me to buy Foot Petals. And let me tell you, they are amazing. I haven't gone dancing in them yet, but I've been able to conquer the train, subway and stairs in these:

So you know I'm not messing around. The next time you want to hit up Drais after hours in Vegas, and you don't want to step out of your hot Louboutins, get yourself some foot petals and I'll meet you on the dance floor.