Adventures in Footwear

I fall down a lot. Literally. At least once a month, as I'm minding my own business and walking along quite eloquently, I find myself on the ground. And I seem to be as committed to these tumbles as I am everything else. These aren't trips. These are purse flying, shoe losing, lay downs. The setting is usually in a busy food court, occupied hallway at work, or the middle of a downtown intersection at rush hour. (And never a white knight in sight.)

Now you maybe assuming this is happening because I'm wearing a pair of largely impractical 4-inch stilettos. Quite the contrary. These spills only happen in flats. In fact, last night, on my way to an important shin dig, I opted to take the quicker way down the subway stairs...by falling down them. (This is VERY confidence inspiring.) Alas, I am not wearing the stilettos I had chosen for the evening, they are tucked away in my bag. Ballet flats were the culprits.

I'm concluding with this. I have a theory about sensible shoes: they inspire false sense of confidence. I'm plan on being as ridiculous as possible from now on. (Just watch out for those sewer grates.)

Image borrowed from the Bitchy Librarian.