Wedges rule if you are short and need comfortable shoes. The best wedges I ever owned were a pair of Charles Jourdan cerca 1990 faux crocodile harness brown wedges with about a 3 inch heel. The wedge was a soft brown leather. I wore them to a lengthy death by shabbiness. Wedges don't seem to hurt the metatarsil as much as killer heels.
I was married in a pair of black suede wedges I bought in the market in Kingston, Jamaica. They were the only grown up shoes that I found to fit my size 5 and half foot. They were cheap shoes- market shoes- but their low-end made in Brazil minimalism somehow worked with the rest of the wedding outfit and the surroundings. They looked good on brown legs in that diffused light of the Caribbean during mango season. A wedge is a good shoe for places like Kingston where heat and sweat and grime need all the elevation one can muster.
Once in Havana- a city where insouciant style is truly appreciated, I ruined a pair of emerald green wedges with a wrap around ankle strap lined in bronze while running through the muddy puddles of first aguacero of May. The streets smelled of wet cement and nostalgia.