Too Clumsy For My Own Good

Clumsy Woman

Clumsy Woman

 

 

So this weekend in my effort to be extra fabulous and get good use out of all of my fabulous heels I went to an event this weekend, admittedly a somber one, looking super fab in my black and white Chanel-esque jacket with pearl buttons and sheer ruffle trim sleeves, neck and bottom jacket with a flowy black dress and my super comfy black over the knee 6 inch heel boots (faux leather ovi), recently having lost 24lbs looking fab and feeling it. It was a wake for my aunts mother and although it was supposed to be a sad day I won’t lie Italian events no matter what are a decent time because everyone gets together and hangs out. I love my family and always has a good time not matter what spending time with them.
I did amazingly with the walk from the car to the funeral home and back. I was proud of myself. I should preface this with the face that my driveway (we rent a cute little house on Long Island) is crap. It’s not even a drive way there are remnits of concrete but it is mostly uneven ground and grass. I generally leave my house in flats no matter what to keep myself safe. I am a klutz on the regular as it is so I try to alleviate the problem by keeping my heel wearing to a minimum. I did this on my way to the wake but on the way home I figured that the few feet I had to walk would be safe and quick. Unfortunately that isn’t what happened. About three seconds after I got out of the car BAM! I fall face first on the ground and as I am falling I here CRACK!  I fall alot and often so I am good and catching myself usually.  I can make a come back and possibly almost foll a few more times.  This time I apparently didn’t have that luck.  I fell and I fell hard.  Needless to say my foot is swollen and discolored.  I was sure last night that it was broken, I even cried for a few minutes after the fact which NEVER happens, but I had a little party to host sooo I sucked it up and just limped all I could.
The more I drank the less my foot felt broken! I had an amazing time last night with my family after the wake of course. I managed to be the proper hostess and overcome my pain but I will say I have learned my lesson and I will never wear anything but flats on my way out of the house until we move to a new place. I don’t know if you are like me and fall on the regular or bump into things or even just drop stuff often but word to the wise “WEAR FLATS” until you arrive to your final destination. I always did it when I lived in NYC even in the middle of winter I would wear flip flops until we were close to the club and change my shoes and shove my flips into my clutch. I have learned my lesson for now before I break something even more important.

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