The Transparent Hypnotist

My feet are cold, red in certain spots, and I feel like I am twenty times older than I really am as I sit here trying to enjoy the warmth of my Earl Grey green tea. Just as I start to get comfortable, I will shift my legs and brush a foot across the cold, hardwood floor. Such gesture send a renewed sense of “why did I think it was a good idea to wear three inch heels yesterday?” Ah, the vanity. 

I had watched a rerun of Sex in the City on Thursday night. I see those women and how nonchalantly they wear their high-heels for all occasions. I think to myself “I could do that.” And do that I did yesterday. I slid my fragile toes into a pair of somewhat forgotten, basic black heels and began my day. I am sure they were fine while I sat, my legs crossed and clothed in stockings. Then there was the whole, rebalancing that I had to adjust to, and that is when the pain began. In my rush, I had not thought to bring my normal loafers (some time this winter loafers seemed like a better choice). I walked the city blocks, teetering on throbbing toes and paced during my hypnosis sessions (sometimes just sitting seems unproductive during a session and I find standing up or leaning against the doorway to be more satisfying to my thought process). At one point, while doing traditional suggestion work hypnosis, somewhere along the way (which I truly cannot remember when it happened), I slipped off the offending perpetrators of pain, and continued on in my stocking feet. I realized I had done this when my client, who in the moments after the awakener, suddenly asked my why I seemed shorter. How embarrassing to have to search for where I had kicked off my shoes. 

This has lead me to the conclusion that maybe, just maybe I need a new pair of shoes - flats, but something a little more stylish than anything that resembles my loafers. With that in mind, I have been perusing http://www.jildorshoes.com/, which has a wonderful selection of cool and hip shoes (and not just crazy, if not dangerous ones for those trying to satisfy the Sex in the City urges - please learn from my discomfort. LOL). In looking for something more stylish, I am gravitating to the charms of the tory burch reva line of shoes. They are like ballet slippers with a bit of a bottom surface, but what better way to glide, gracefully through my sessions (and keep my shoes on) than with pseudo dance shoes. What sets Tory’s style apart for me is her use of bobbles and such. She utlizes her logo, two fancy letter Ts that form a bit of a cross design to decorate an otherwise simple shoe, transforming it into something unique.

So, that is it, my Esoteric Saturday. Sometimes a woman has just got to talk about the vanity of being professional. It cannot always be all hypnosis tools, experiences, gaming, and hiking - sometimes she just has to indulge in shoe shopping. I hope my male readers will bear with my humanity.

Tags: Tory Burch

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