Strong Ankles, Weak Shoes

Dress? Thrifted Blazer? Braemar, thrifted Clutch? Thrifted Bracelet? Thrifted (similar silver and neon)

Shoes? Calvin Klein, hand-me down (similar here)

I'm wearing heels. Nothing unusual about that. But there was a tiny moment this weekend when I thought that heels were going to be out of the question for a while..

You see, I was out with some ladies (or ladiezzzzzz as we like to say on a Friday night) and it started to rain, so we ran to take cover. When these grip less shoes met a wet grate, I hurtled to the ground. I say 'hurtled' because that is the best description I can think of. I was running and then I made contact with the grate. I went down and flew across the the huge grate like it was a slip and slide. In the second as I was crashing down, I had time to worry about my ankles, because I need them to be sturdy for landscaping, and about the fact that I was wearing a shorter dress so I needed to clamp my legs together for modesty. My falling action pretty much burst into a big crowd of smokers and security standing outside. People came to my rescue immediately and once they saw that only my shoe and my pride were damaged, we could all have a big laugh... at my expense. For the rest of the night, I was the girl who fell.

On the positive side, my ankles are fine, I got a good story and... free drinks. Pity beverages, really...