| Sunday, June 29, 2003 |
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I was thrilled when Nordstroms came to Houston. Finally, a store that understands shoes!!! I'm cheap, so when I paid $130 for two pair it was a big deal. But the leather - oh, the leather. Soft, supple, smelling so wonderful. The vamp nice and low, the custom stitching in that perfect contrast color, the perfect leather sole.
SLIPPERY is what that damned perfect leather sole is, and, as of yesterday at about 6pm, I have no skin remaining on my left knee thanks to those damned perfect buttery leather shoes. I can't decide what hurts more - bending my leg or unbending my leg. The irony? I slipped on a handicapped ramp. Had I taken the stairs, I would have been fine.
I haven't taken a fall this bad since 1997. My brother came to visit at the time and saw the bloody awful mess that had once been a knee and was very concerned that my 6'4" boyfriend (now husband) had been messing around with me. He couldn't believe a grown woman could be such a klutz; assumed it had to be abuse. There's a REASON they didn't name me Grace, OK?
Ouch, whine, ouch.Labels: fashion |
posted by Carol @ 9:05 PM  |
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