Today, I was wearing an adorable (in MY opinion) pair of dark denim knee-length capris, a sleeveless black top, and black BCBG sandals that I LOVE.
I was the “mystery” reader in Will’s 4th grade class this morning, and (again, my opinion) I brought the house down with my rendition of Mo Willems’ Naked Mole Rate Gets Dressed (I’d call it one of the “new classics”. It’s a hoot.)
I was feeling confident and still flushed with the success of my guest appearance in the 4th grade (yes, I got to sit in the special mystery reader chair – don’t be too jealous), when my left shoe seemed to catch on the carpet in my office. Then it did it again. And again. After checking both sides of my face and running thru a little do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti, to make sure I hadn’t had a STROKE, I looked at my shoe. It had a total BLOWOUT…
You can’t really tell from the picture, but it actually broke apart in about four spots in the thick rubber sole.
So, for the rest of the afternoon….drag, flop, slap, trip….drag, flop, slap, trip…..down the hall…..
I’ve never actually broken a “high” heel or any shoe before, for that matter. Have you? (This question is put to my male readers, as well, of course. Rest assured that we all know it was just that one time, in the Hasty Pudding review at Harvard, right?)