When I came upstairs, she offered to let me borrow her pink sparkly Jelly shoes too, so I ran back downstairs, dug them out and put them on.
Only problem, her feet are smaller than mine. I figured, what the hell, they're Jellies, they stretch. I'll be totally fine to wear them.
Wrong. Those shoes are of the Devil.
After 2 hours of prancing around in the damn things, my feet felt like they were going to fall off. I forgot how uncomfortable Jellies are even when they're your size. I think poking myself repeatedly in the eyeball would have been more comfortable. So as cute as they are, I finally ditched them and have been running around my office barefoot.
I guess it's a good idea I brought a back-up pair of pink sparkly flip flops in my car. I don't think I'd last even one minute traipsing around the arts festival in these.
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