|Why, I'd lose my head if it wasn't duct-taped on...
||[May. 21st, 2008|10:51 am]
I’ve lost my shoes. My trusty black pumps with the heel that is as high as I can go and still walk around in comfortably for most of the day. There are really only so many places they could be and I’ve looked in all of them. Admittedly, either in a panic in the morning or when I’m exhausted at night. But it’s been over a week now and no sign of them. |
It’s a problem. I’ve been wearing all of my brown outfits and the few things I have that look okay with flats. But that’s not that many options and today I had to resort to wearing an older pair, looking a little down at the heels, if you will. Plus, when I walk, they squirrel fart with each step. Which is how they became my emergency back-up shoes.
Last week, I even purposely scheduled a meeting near the DSW so that I could run in on the way back and grab another pair. Except EVERYTHING was either flat, flat, balletslipper flat or open-toed. Sandals are one thing, but I do NOT do the peekaboo toe thing. I have very long, near prehensile toes. And flat feet, so those monkey toes go flying to the front of the shoe. Honestly, I put a peekaboo toe shoe one and instead of peekaboo, I’ve got a Japanese subway car at rush hour. A clown car of toes where they packed in one too many and now none of them can get out.
Plus, it hurts. Having been stomped on one too many times by horses and cattle, my monkey toes are swarming with random bone chips and very sensitive to being pinched – not tickled, sadly – but pinched.
So, here I am, in my mangy, outdated squirrel-fart shoes, trying to decide what’s a better use of my time: tearing up the house looking for the ones I have, or heading out in a desperate search for a black pump that is comfy, the exact right height, close-toed and in my price range. Sigh.