Eliza's Wardrobe:
Christian Dior Extreme Cutout Sandal in Black

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A Mile in My Shoes...

I am one of those lucky gravid gals whose shoe size stays stable from the pink line to the finish line.

The perfect pair of pumps will outlast any empire-waisted frock for years, so I like to give my pregnant self carte blanche while shopping for shoes. Unlike the ethereal nature of maternity clothes, I can choose some Choos, forage for Ferragamos, and spend on Fendis without fear of them being too big or too small after all the fertile fun is done.

Sadly, though the size remains the same and my spirit is still willing, my tolerance for tortured toes and aching arches has lately hit an all-time low. My front-heavy form has me swaying in my stilettos, wobbling on my wedges, daunted by my d’Orsays. Sure, I still splurge on saucy, sexy sky-highs, but at night I dream of flats: Flip-flops, Uggs, Dr. Scholl’s and -- I can’t believe I’m admitting this -- Crocs.

Like those 19th-century Luddite loomers of long-ago who, incensed by the Industrial Revolution, tossed their clogs into factory cogs to gum up the works (hence the term sabotage!), I occasionally want to rise up against the machine and rebel against the ridiculousness wrought by restrictive footwear upon the well-heeled maternal masses.

Maybe there is something to being barefoot and pregnant after all. The normally offensive mantra of the misogynist masses seems oddly appealing these days... until, of course, I pass by some pretty Pradas in the window...