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
Food for Safety,
BSmith, forging one day at a time
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