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I love high heals. 

All through my twenties I wore the highest heals I could find.  And even as a bean counter, sitting for obscene hours behind a desk in a cubicle or at the client's office working on financial audits or figuring tax consequences of reverse take overs, my only claim to glamour were my cute heals.  

Sadly, I peaked too early.  Over the past few years I have only found one or two pairs of heals that I can wear comfortably for a couple of hours at a time (Thank you Ms. Tory Burch!)...

But the other day I made a purchase that makes me want to shout from all the roof tops in Los Altos in joy.  Paul Green Kantrells. 

If you too are a toddler mommy or for some reason can't find comfy heals to run around in, give these lovelies a try.  Be aware, to get a half size smaller than your normal size.

Do you have a shoe tip to pay forward?
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  1. AnonymousNovember 3, 2011 at 6:56 PM

    If you, like me, have lost your 'heal mojo', I highly recommend Cole Haan pumps, they are super comfortable. Actually all of their shoes/boots/flats/loafers/etc are such great quality. Choose the ones with the "Nike air" system in them. Love your blog Ms. SP. Your biggest fan, P.V.L.

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  2. Urban GirlNovember 3, 2011 at 8:04 PM

    Great point Ms. P.V.L. I totally over looked Cole Haan. Shopping trip/drink for the holidays in Santana Row so we can check out CH & Chat about Chile??

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  3. SusanneNovember 7, 2011 at 7:30 PM

    very cute! I have also been buying cole haans. Like you, I spent many years wearing the highest heels I could find and now my feet rebel even though I still love them. Oh well. I continue to develop my high heel shoe collection despite my inability to wear them. Thanks for the tip!

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