shoes

There’s nothing like a pair of killer heels to make you feel like a dog with two tails as you strut your stuff across a bar/club/restaurant, but as every Imedla Marcos wannabee knows, one or seven Chardonnay’s later, you’re begging for a pair a flip flops and a bunion plaster. So here’s the deal: inflatable heels. You set of with a mild inflation - 1 to 2 inches rising to a respectable four or five when you reach your function. As your juice intake rises you my wish to deflate by a quarter of an inch each hour (or maybe half an inch every pint), unless of course you get to unexpectedly quickly to the staggering stage where by immediate deflating is recommend to avoid embarrassment and altitude induced sickness. All being well, previous spewing incidents not withstanding, come closing time, you go down to a comfortable 1 inch inflation and walk home thus saving taxi fares, embarrassment and a costly visit to the chiropodist.