Loving these new wedges. And praying I don’t fall off them after what happened to me last week. Some of you know that I twisted my ankle—not in platforms, not in five-inch spikes. No. You’d think so, right? Y’all have seen my heels.
Nope. I ate it in flip-flops. Don’t ask. All I can say is that it was a most inelegant display, and I’m glad it was on my front doorstep and not in public. Cause I ate it. And let he record show I’ve never eaten it like that in heels, ever.
Thankfully, the ankle is almost healed. So I am heeled again. Or wedged, to be exact. And in comfort wear, which for me is a tunic tank, leggings, and a long cardi.