Pride Comes Before a Fall

From time to time I wear what I call my 'hussy boots'. I own a pair of black, pleather-like boots. You know the type. They are shiny, have a massive heel and zip up to the lower portion on my knee. At first I wasn't sure about wearing them because "what would people think?" however I ventured out one day wearing them with a tasteful skirt and I received nothing but compliments. "Wow Anna! Those boots look great"; ""I've never noticed before, but you've got really cute knees!"; "Where did you get those boots? I'm inspired by your fashion sense"... and so on... and so on. So, I'm feeling pretty good about the boots as you can imagine.

Furthermore, they serve 2 utilitarian purposes: 1) I don't have to wear nylons with them since they cover my legs (especially in the winter); 2) They cover unshaven leg hair, I'll be honest-- I get lazy about shaving, especially since I have one of those stand-up showers and I've almost killed myself a couple times trying to prop my leg up, get the shaving cream on and protect my legs from getting wet while I'm trying to shave. For those ladies reading, you'll know what I mean. It's a debacle. And even then, you miss spots!

Well considering the compliments and the morning efficiency factor, today I ventured to work while wearing the boots. I was running behind this morning and as I cruised down the hallway to the elevator I noticed something strange in my walk... One of the heels was becoming a little loose. I didn't think too much about it as I rode down the elevator. I got to work and a co-worker commented that it looked like my heel wasn't very stable as I walked. I told myself that I would make it to lunch and then zip over to the Langley Wal-Mart and purchase some black heels and nylons before an accident happened.

I didn't make it to lunch.

The line-up for the tellers was long. I was covering our greeter for lunch. I was running to and from offices, answering phone calls and making photocopies. What I am trying to say is that I was really busy. But at least I looked good. Ha!

So I was walking to my desk when my heel ripped off and flew across the floor. I tried to be discreet and was so thankful I didn't wipe out! I bent over, picked up my heel and was as graceful and inconspicuous as possible. I gathered my remaining dignity and hobbled to the staff room before having a good laugh. Let me tell you what an excellent team we have at work. The staff looked at my wardrobe malfunction (at least it wasn't as awkward as Janet Jackson's in 2005) and came around me in support.

Our regular greeter went back from her lunch early to cover the reception line up. I called a co-worker who had gone home for lunch and asked her what size of shoes she wears. 8 1/2, same as me. I asked her if she had anything in black and she said she would find something for me. Thanks Laura! Another co-worker had an extra pair of nylons in her drawer that she offered to my cause. Thanks Collene!

I was hobbling around waiting for Laura to come back from lunch with the replacement shoe delivery, and I happened to have my camera with me since I am always looking for material for my blog-- I snapped this photo in an effort to capture my horror about the whole situation. I thought you would all enjoy this. I am holding the hussy boot and the now-removed heel. Proof that pride comes before a fall.