I have never in my life bought a pair of Kitten heels. Though there's something very Ann Margaret about them, I've always thought they were for tall girls trying to make themselves less so for the shorter men around them. Perhaps the sensible choice for people that lack commitment to the pain necessary for true shoe idiocy like myself, the queen of crippling shoes. But then there they were...what had Valentino done? Of course I first tried on the 5' heel and they were stunning but then my eye drew over to the least probably shoe for my closet. A RED kitten heel. You must know that I literally have at the most three items of red clothing in my life. That's for all four seasons combined over the past two plus decades. I've just never been drawn to it as a color to wear, it's just not me. In fact I've probably shied away from it for being so "look at me" the way red can be with it's dirty martinis and naughty ideas. I'm not even sure why I tried the shoe on but for whatever reason the red Valentino Rockstud kitten heel beckoned to me. It was a surprising moment when I strapped on the shoe and found it to be actually SEXY. A kitten heel. That was Red. No wonder Valentino is Valentino.