So, these Tory Burch kitten heels. I’d been seeing them around, you know? Like, suddenly they were a thing people were talking about, or at least, they kept popping up. I’m usually a practical shoe person. Give me flats, or if I must, a chunky heel I can actually walk in. My main goal is usually not to fall on my face.
But I had this thing, an occasion, not super fancy, but definitely a step up from my usual Tuesday. My trusty old heels felt like instruments of torture just thinking about them. So, I thought, okay, let’s give these kitten heels a look. I decided to actually try them.
Getting My Hands on Them (or Feet in Them)
First, I did what everyone does: scrolled endlessly online. Looked at pictures. Read some stuff. They seemed… fine. Polished, I guess. Like something you wear when you want to look like you have your life together without actually teetering on stilts.
Then, the big step: I went to an actual store. Shoes, you really gotta try them on, right? Learned that lesson the hard way more than once. The shop was all bright lights and that specific smell of new leather and ambition. Found the shoes. Picked one up. It felt surprisingly light. The heel was tiny, almost apologetic. Not scary at all.
Slipped them on. Paced a bit on their fancy rug. They felt… alright. Not like walking on clouds, but not immediately painful either. The sales assistant was very complimentary, as they usually are. So, I did it. I bought the Tory Burch kitten heels. My bank account felt it a little, but I walked out with the box, feeling a mix of “this is a good adult decision” and “what have I just done?”
The Actual Wearing: My Big Test Drive
The day of the event came. Got dressed, did the whole routine. Then, the shoes. They definitely looked smart. I’ll give them that. Made my outfit feel a bit more elevated. I stood up, felt that little lift. Okay, not bad.
Now, here’s the real deal from my experience wearing them for several hours:
- They are not, I repeat, not sneakers. Shocking, I know. After about hour two, my feet started sending me little messages. Polite at first, then a bit more insistent.
- Walking on anything other than a perfectly flat, smooth surface? That was an adventure. I was suddenly very aware of every crack in the sidewalk. Cobblestones would have been my personal nightmare.
- They did make my legs look pretty decent, though. And I wasn’t towering over everyone, which was nice.
I got through the event. No tripping, no dramatic falls. Success! But, man, the moment I got home and took those shoes off? Pure bliss. My feet weren’t screaming bloody murder, but they were definitely relieved to be free. Like they’d run a marathon they didn’t sign up for.
So, What’s the Final Word from Me?
Alright, let’s be honest. These Tory Burch kitten heels, they’re not a revelation. They’re shoes. Well-made, stylish shoes, for sure. They serve a purpose, I suppose. They bridge that awkward gap between “I didn’t try at all” and “I can’t feel my toes.”
Will I wear them again? Yeah, probably. For short bursts. For occasions where I need to look a bit more pulled together and actual heels are out of the question. Are they going to be my new go-to? Absolutely not. My feet have a strong union and they vote for comfort most of the time.
It’s kind of funny when you think about it. The hoops we jump through, or the slightly uncomfortable shoes we wear, all to achieve a certain “look.” I remember when I was younger, I’d wear the most painful, ridiculous things just because they were trendy. Now, I just mostly want to walk without thinking about my feet. Maybe that’s just getting older, or maybe it’s just getting smarter. Who’s to say? Anyway, that’s my two cents on the kitten heel journey. They’re now tucked away in the closet, probably gossiping with my other “special occasion” shoes.
