Heed My Advice
Do not buy new shoes to wear to a dance.
I am famous for this blunder. And guess what? I did it again today. I bought a cute little pair of flats to wear to this event and I know by the end of the night my heels are going to look like raw hamburger. I thought about the pain when I picked up the shoes, I thought about the blisters while I was paying for them and I'm thinking of how sore my feet will be walking into church tomorrow. But it's all about how cute the shoes are. Isn't it? Because, if it's not, then I'm just an idiot.
6 comments:
how bout a piccha of the shoes?
You are right. It's sooo about the shoes. :)
I do it too, but always pack bandaids in my cute purse that matches the cute shoes;)
April is the best dancer ever.
I want to be like her when I grow up.
Just think of the sore feet as the sacrifice you make to bring joy to all around you...and btw...I've never noticed your dancing shoes...ever.
Thanks Lori! Wow, I'm flattered.
Debbie, I didn't have a single bandaid in the house, due to a recent onslaught of owies. At one point during the evening I was carefully stuffing tissue around my sore ankles.
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