I WALKED 17,145 STEPS IN MY CONVERTIBLE HEELS

I WALKED 17,145 STEPS IN MY CONVERTIBLE HEELS

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Why Pashions are the Best Shoes for NYC

What do you wear for a full day in a walkable city when the plans range from park strolls to happy hour? After 17k steps in the Cherry Brynns, I can say the answer should always be convertible heels.

Here’s my real-life convertible heel review of wearing Pashions from brunch to late night bars, with zero foot pain:

11 a.m. — Brunch bound, in a neutral skirt and tube top number that absolutely called for strappy statement heels. I started and stayed in heels for the morning since we took a taxi there (but honestly, the chunky block heels are comfy enough for a walk when I know a Diet Coke awaits me).

Giggled a little when I realized we all got the Brynn memo!

12:30 p.m. — Full and ready for shopping + sightseeing, I converted to flats. We hit all the usual suspects: Washington Square Park, the Met, Carrie Bradshaw’s SATC apartment… and of course I swapped into heels for every photo opp in-between our endless walking!

4:00 p.m. — We finally found our way to Central Park in search of a sweet treat and a final jaunt at hitting our step goal (who knew I’d already well-surpassed 10,000 steps). I’m still in flats for now before we head to pre-dinner drinks. Feet? Still thriving.

5:30 p.m. — Happy hour time and heels are back on! I personally can’t sip my espresso martinis without looking as chic as possible and pretending to be the main character… but of course the heels came right back off for the stroll to the subway.

7:30 p.m. — Settled on the subway, I converted my flats to heels one final time for the night for an evening of delicious Italian dishes, Hugo Spritzes, and a quick stop at the cute bar a few blocks away. Naturally, I went from heels to flats for the giggle-filled walk with the girls back to the hotel.

11:30pm — Back at the hotel, I brace for the dreaded “why do my feet hate me?” moment… but it never comes. No blisters. No soreness. No regrets. Not even the next morning, when naturally I wore my White Pashionistas for yet another day of 17k steps in the city!

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