Heaving a great sigh, Angie stared up into her closet, half dressed. A chocolate brown skirt rested on her hips where her fingertips maintained a continuous tap from pinky to forefinger. Her bare copper arms were beginning to grow goose bumps since she was only wearing a light white camisole.

With her head cocked to one side, her auburn waves slid just passed her shoulder.  She had a slight squint to her eyes as she shifted her gaze back and forth, scanning the rectangular boxes stacked on top of each other. The pictures and descriptions on the sides of the containers not only predicted the type of outfit they would match with, but the kind of day Angie would be having.

Black high heels with a narrowly square heel promised an uncomfortable day of strained calves and sore heels. Not to mention the inevitable re-growth of blisters from the oh-so-cute ankle straps with a lightly stitched leaflet design. But, they would go quite nicely with her new black blazer and the brown pinstripes.

Her open-toed brown stilettos would show off her recent French-tipped pedicure, and would match even better with her chocolate skirt; however the thought of freezing her little piggies in 60 degree weather and having aching heels that throbbed by the end of the day made Angie wince. Knowing she would have to practically hobble her way back up to her apartment after work did not appeal to her.

Dropping her head and rubbing the back of her neck in concentration, Angie swung her head back up to gaze at two other boxes she swore she would never wear to work.

Her black Mary Janes were flat, strapless, and had the subtlest form of cushion inside the heel.  They stared back at her with the promise of little strain and ease walking up and down the flights of stairs in her apartment.

Then there were her relatively flat coffee-colored boots that had a slight shimmery finish to the material. True they didn’t seem quite as sexy as the others, but the ever so slight heel and shine of the material almost made them look suitable for work… almost.

 A slight smile twitched the corner of Angie’s perfectly plump lips as she envisioned being able to walk with comfort all day. That smile was wiped completely clean as she gazed at her wardrobe for work clothes.