I have such a love/hate relationship with these wedges. It probably has something to do with the fact that I broke my ankle while wearing them...6 weeks before my sisters wedding...And then got a blood clot in my leg...That traveled to my lungs...And I had to give myself shots of Lovenox IN THE STOMACH. Man, I almost forgot how fun that was. But to be fair it was less of a "these shoes are unstable" issue and more of a "I had one ten too many cocktails and shouldn't be running across the road in attempts to get to Kelly's Roast Beef before they close in 1 minute" issue. Sure that was like 4 years ago (insert obscure "people don't forget" Superbad reference here...anyone? anyone?) but I have serious PTSD when it comes to these shoes! I only wear them on very rare occasions when I know I'm not going to be doing a lot of walking (or drinking) and I always have major anxiety and flashbacks of collapsing in the middle of the street and having to be carried off by my then boyfriend, now husband. That's how I knew he was a keeper, by the way. The couple that runs for roast beef sandwiches - and then one of them falls and breaks her ankle before they even get in the door -together stays together. Or something like that. Anyhow - that's the story of how I broke my ankle and why I should probably throw these wedges away but I can't because I'm a hoarder and because then you wouldn't have heard this super fun and interesting story about me. At any rate, you won't be seeing these wedges again anytime soon. Happy Friday!