I realized a little too late, that I had reached my height limit for my heels.
For those who know me, know I enjoy a good pair of heels. At church certain people remember me for my shoes.
I guess I could be known for worse things.
Last Saturday my cousin got married in Tyler. So, of course, I wore heels.
The wrong ones.
How high are they?
Embarrassingly. They are my standing/sitting pair, not my walking pair. They look deceptively walkable in the picture, they aren't.
Mistake #1.

I would have been just fine if I could have just
slowly walked into the church, the reception hall and back to my car. Too bad the reception hall was across the street
up a hill.
Mistake #2.
Luckily my Nanny is 87 and she
and I needed a ride up the hill. But then I left before she did and I was too proud to take off my shoes to walk down the hill.
Mistake #3.
I DID NOT FALL
small victory, but I took a very slow walk of shame like a newbie in heels across broken cement and across the street. By the end my right ankle had decided I was too old to be doing this and began to start bowing and giving out.
So my new rule is that if I can't carry SmithE and walk at the same time confidently I won't wear them.
Don't worry that's still pretty high, and only in Gianni Bini brand and MIGHT look like these
Someone is about to find the deal of the year at Goodwill.
Food for Safety,
BSmith, forging one day at a time