Yes, this is a picture of me adoring my shoes.
Mary Janes. You can’t go wrong with those. Seeing Shirley Temple in a pair of Mary Jane shoes as a child planted my belief that Mary Jane shoes is the number one staple in any girls’ wardrobe.
I got these heels last fall on a trip to New York.
oh. Its funny to read how I unintentionally wrote the words “fall” and “trip” in my previous sentence because it is exactly what I ended up doing when I wore these shoes for the first time. It was Halloween and I guess I was having too much fun at a party. I remember myself falling but I didn’t remember it being that bad because I immediately got back up and started dancing again. It was when I got home when I realized my ankle had swollen up and I had bruises on both legs. Apparently I had sprained my ankle but was too intoxicated to feel the pain. Honestly, is there a more subtle way to say intoxicated? I don’t want 16 year olds to be reading this and learning from a bad example. Sigh. Anyway, I convinced myself it was nothing and went around with a limp for the next three days. I finally gave into the pain and went to see a chiropractor. I made up some story about falling off the stairs because I was too embarrassed to tell the truth. The chiropractor tugged and pulled on my ankle, and I was back to walking normally the next day. Anybody need the name of an awesome chiropractor in SF? Let me know.
The pain was gone, but I was still in trauma. It took me 3 months to finally gather up the courage to wear the heels again. Some might have thrown away their shoes, but I just couldn’t do that to my mary janes. They were too pretty. I felt sorry for the poor shoes, because they were left on my shoerack to gather filthy dust. I finally decided it was time to get over my fear, and strap on these cuties. I made it all day on these heels without falling or tripping, and man am I proud of myself. :)