Baking class. You're on your feet for five hours at a time and I, tenderfoot (well, really tender-knee), can't handle it. So my sister Arwen finally convinced me to buy some Danskos.
Yes, those eminently wearable but seriously heinous shoes. They arrived today and are just... gosh, let's say as unattractive as I imagined them to be. But as I currently wear them I have decided they are the gosh darn most comfortable things ever. Thus, for once in my life I am choosing comfort over style. Yay me.
Tirienne I miss you! I don't think anyone will care about your shoes. Just wear an extra long apron so that it covers them, just don't trip and fall into a mixer or an oven.
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