Okay, I admit it. I gave in. I was out at yard sales getting supplies for my "ugly Christmas sweater" decorating when I saw them, and I just HAD to have them. What were they? These gorgeous silver sandals, covered with rhinestones, with 3" spike heels--just one little size too big for my feet (which are a petite size 5 or 35 for those of you in Europe.)
At the bargain price of 2 pairs for $1, they were just too good to pass up. I gave in. They are on my nightstand, and I can't wait to put them on. With my feet being somewhat wide, with a high instep, I don't think that the one size too large will be problematic, however, the height of the shoe is likely to be.
You see, until my foot fracture of 2003, high heels weren't a problem, and in fact, I wore them frequently. Then, not realizing how loose ligaments get during pregnancy, I went to a martial arts seminar, landed a fall every so slightly incorrectly, and soon I had a brand new fashion accessory, a purple cast, up to the knee.
I healed completely, but ever since then, I seem to have problems with heels. In fact my son was looking at me as I was getting these shoes and he was like, "I don't know mom..." He was, of course, right, but practicality was not on my mind.
With the 3" heels, I'll be a towering 5'3", a giant, an Amazon...well, not quite. But I'll certainly feel like a princess. That is, if I can make it from point A to point B without wiping out. Images of Sandra Bullock when she played the FBI agent who went undercover as a beauty queen are going through my head right now because yes, that's me.
Still, I spent my fifty cents, got the awesome, beautiful shoes, and am hoping for a miracle that I'll suddenly become graceful and sure-footed when wearing them. So, if you see me hobbling around on crutches in the near future, you'll know what happened.