Here is a reconstruction of the lightbulb moment:
They suddenly felt natural - comfortable, even. I didn't even change into my emergency flats for the walk home.
Perhaps it's because I spent most of Tuesday in heels only the bravest drag queen would attempt walking unaided in, that these little 3-inchers are a piece of cake for my high arches.
Perhaps today, I became a woman. Next stop - the dreaded and vertiginous ASOS heeled gladiators I've yet to wear.
Has anyone else had a moment of enlightenment like this?