in flightI settled into my seat and prepared for the Red-eye flight from San Francisco, California to Washington, District of Columbia. Closing my eyes as the plane lifted off, I felt tired. I slipped off my Taryn Rose T-Strap shoes. Thankful that my feet didn’t hurt, I reflected on the first time I purchased a pair of Taryn Rose shoes. It was at Nordstrom in Austin, Texas. I wanted an attractive heel, but comfort had become a priority due to the love/hate affair I had with several pairs of my very pretty high heels ~ the affair can only be voiced as ‘I love the way my feet look in these shoes, Oh-h-h-h, I hate the way these shoes hurt my feet!’

After I had drifted off to sleep, what seemed like only minutes later, I was awaken by the Captain’s voice, over the public announcement system, instructing the flight attendants to prepare for landing. An all night flight, arriving the next morning, crossing 4 time zones, my eyes trying to adjust to the glare of the sun rays shining through the airplane window, then reality sets in ~ I have a 2 1/2 hour lay-over in Boston. Ugh!

Rocking chairs at the Boston Airport

Rocking chairs at the Boston Airport

Leaving the plane, I headed for my connecting gate and to my delight there was a row of 15 rocking chairs in the corridor about ten feet from my gate. I gladly claim one! I sat watching other travelers pass by and I was fascinated with their choice of footwear. Armed with my Cannon PowerShot camera, sitting in my rocker wearing 3 inch black-patient T-strap heels, I took pictures of the “practical shoes” (notice the quotation marks) that my fellow travelers wore as they raced by.

My tribute to the racing feet at the Boston Airport

My tribute to the racing feet at the Boston Airport

Why quotation mark “practical shoes?” Because the term ‘practical shoe’ isn’t based only on the height of the heel. For example: the first time I wore a pair of Taryn Rose shoes, I had them on for about for about 11 hours ~ traveling from Austin, TX to Los Angeles CA. If anyone has had a connecting flight at the Dallas/Fort Worth (DFW) Airport, then that one is fully aware of the stress of trying to get from one terminal to the next terminal. I decided to walk from Terminal A gate 15 to Terminal D gate 22. I even manage to make two detours: one for Starbucks and the other, well the powder room.

I look just as alluring in my black t-straps as does the model in this photo with a red pair of Taryn Rose T-straps - it is my story and I can write it the way I want :-)

I look just as alluring in my black t-straps as does the model in this photo with a red pair of Taryn Rose T-straps - it is my story and I can write it the way I want to write it :-)

I found my gate; boarded the aircraft and hours later I arrived in Los Angeles, CA. Exited the plane and in a ‘New York’ stride I headed for the baggage claim. Collected my luggage. Hired a taxi. Arrived at the hotel, but my room wasn’t ready. Left my luggage with the hotel security. Hired another taxi and headed for the Los Angeles’ shopping district. I step out of the taxi and commenced to walk and shop for three hours. When I finally returned to my hotel, I flopped on the bed and took note that I was physically tired but my feet were pain-free and quite pretty in my Taryn Rose 3 inch heels.

 

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