Have not been eaten by pack of wild dogs — YET June 16, 2005
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Sorry for the silence. I actually haven’t been the victim of any kind of nefarious act (my dating life has, maybe, but not me). I’ve just been swamped at work and I was on the road for a few days.
I did have a chance to wear the fabulous bronze shoes out to dinner the other night. (So I was a touch overdressed. I mean, you’re never fully dressed without high heels! I’m so over it.) As I left the restaurant with friends, I stopped to wait for the signal that I could cross the street, even though no cars were coming.
"Why’d you stop?" asked a male friend as he walked into the street.
"I can’t run in these shoes! I can barely walk in them," I said as I shifted my weight from one leg to the other and felt for my keys in my purse.
"Then why did you buy them?" he asked as he reached the other side.
I wrinkled my brow.
"Because they are fabulous!" I said as I got my signal and strutted across the street.
I think I looked like a new drag queen or baby calf or something else that is unsteady and unable to walk. I will have to employ the time-tested method of practicing walking in my new shoes whilst doing housework. (You laugh, but you’d be AMAZED how well you break shoes in if you wear them on cleaning day. Just don’t wear them while mopping, for obvious reasons.)
So, I’m planning on taking my pretty bronze sandals and my soon-to-be-newly-pedicured toesies out on the town Saturday night to brave one of these crazy new hot spots people keep talking about. I am hesitant to do so because of the parking situation and the standing factor and because I’m not really interested in pushing my way through a Saturday-night-sized crowd to buy a $12 martini, but whatever. I can’t leave the shoes at home. It would be unfair.
Goal for the weekend: No calling B to see what he’s doing. No calling B to let him know what my plans are. No calling B at all.
Um, does that mean I can’t call B’s roommate to find out what they’re doing?
(I am so joking. Really. I swear. I am!)
Good luck with that. The good thing about making promises to yourself is that if you break them, you don’t have to tell anyone. No one else has to know.
Also, that’s wonderful that your shoes got to go out for a night on the town. They deserved it.
You’re baacckk! It wasn’t wild dogs I was worried about. It was the whole hacksawing your foot off from the previous article. I had visions of it, but hey, fashion for the sake of comfort, right.
PS. Is the roommate cute?
You break your shoes in by wearing them around the house, TOO??? Why don’t some boys understand the beauty of a gorgeous shoe…the pain and broken toes/feet ARE WORTH IT
cool post, I’m glad that I stopped by..
Hey stranger! Hope you had a nice weekend. I also wear in new shoes whilst doing the housework. I also wear flip flops into work and then where the heels around the office and try and wear them in. Jaysus, the pain us women go through!
Shoes. We men will never understand.
Nope. We never will. Nice to see ya back in swing. I’ve been absent as well. Must be a summer thing.
Definitely go out and enjoy a night on the town…you deserve it as do the shoes
Who’s B? And why shouldn’t you call him? If you’re asking us that, it probably means you shouldn’t…for whatever the reason, only you know…
have you been eaten now?
I break my shoes in by putting on two pairs of fugly white tube socks, THEN the shoes….no blisters, no pinching, etc. I learned this little trick from Seventeen magazine.