Fashion

EVER WEAR HEELS? THEN YOU’LL DEFINITELY RECOGNIZE THIS STRUGGLE

Life is all about falling down and getting back up again. You know it, I know it. Why the aspect of FALLING always has to occur when you’re wearing a brand new pair of heels is something I’ll never quite be able to grasp. Let me take you back to last Wednesday. My miserable Wednesday morning.

`Every morning I walk to the train station. It’s quite a walk on heels and that’s why I always make sure to wear flats and take care of the big shoe-switch at the office. Call me a pussy, really. but my feet (and heels, which I prefer to keep away from the dirty station floor) thank me for it. But last Wednesday, everything was different. Our intern Jennifer and I headed to the station to shoot some photos for an article of mine. Hell no that I wanted to be on the photos wearing my ugly old leopard printed flats, so that switch I usually do at the office took place at the station. I took my brand new Dolce & Gabanna pumps out of my bag, once I recently saw May-Britt wearing so I had to have them, and took some photos only to then rush to the metro to head back to the office. Jen wearing her white vans while I was in my D&G pumps.

‘I practically flew halfway across the platform while the heel of my shoe WAS STILL IN THE GROUND.’

If I could, I would have loved to add a slow motion video in this post so you could have seen what I looked like running in my heels. Give be a bowl full of popcorn and I’d be good for the night. Anyways, hardly a couple seconds after we started running for the metro, I practically flew halfway across the platform while the heel of my shoe WAS STILL IN THE GROUND. Insert sob fest here. I looked back at my Dolce who’s heel had found it’s way stuck between two pavement tiles. Jen could feel my pain. There was even a friendly female bystander asking if there was anything she could do to help when I murmur that it’s the first time I’ve ever worn these f*cking pumps. We stared at my heel for about 30 seconds, then we CAREFULLY try to pull it out. It was stuck. Panic started to arise. To capture the hilarity of the situation, we make sure to take a few photos. We were already too late anyway.

The damage? The bottom of the heel is pretty much damaged. And how ironic. The first day May-Britt wore hers, she experienced her own face plant (yes flared jeans, we’re blaming you). Is it a coincidence? Are we cursed? Is this our punishment for buying expensive shoes? They might have been in the sale, but still. Someone, please, figure this out and tell me as I go looking for an intensive care (aka shoemaker) to repair my babies.