My husband would shoot me on his cell phone as I was going through the store, staring at new stuff and trying to relax my burning feet walking a lot in those beautiful but too tight black and rose patent 8cm high heels. My heels were burning of those rough leather heels rubbing my delicate skin all the way. So every time I stopped in front of something to stare at, I would slightly let my hosed heel pop up and down. And sometimes I would take the whole foot out to flex and relax it a bit, when no body was watching, at least I was hoping so;))
