Stilettos in the Snow
So, I’ve done some stupid things in the name of blogging, but this might just be the most ridiculous one yet. I mean, seriously: THOSE shoes in THAT weather? REALLY?
Well, no, not really. I’m hoping it goes without saying (but I’m going to say it anyway…) that I didn’t actually put this outfit on with the intention of traipsing around in the snow in it. No, as you can see from the little path in front of me, I walked for approximately two metres on concrete, before standing for 30 seconds in the snow, then running back to the car. Well, running as fast as stilettos will allow on a slippery path, anyway.
(Oh yeah, I’m also wearing a turtleneck and a big skirt, WHAT A SURPRISE.)
If you were with me through The Great Skirt Scandal of ’14, you might recogise this as THE skirt. The ONE skirt. The pink skirt the dry cleaner destroyed, and which I vowed to spend the rest of my life searching eBay for, before a confusing – but also boring – turn of events meant I ended up with three of the things. This is the one I kept (I DID consider keeping them all, because you never know when a dry cleaning emergency will strike, but that would’ve been a bit much, even for me…), and I have to confess that this was the first time I’d dared to wear it since then. (And then I go and wear it in SNOW. Figures.) I feel a bit bad about this, because I’m always banging on about how you shouldn’t keep things for “best”, and you never know what’s around the corner, etc etc, but after what happened The Last Time, can you really blame me?
Anyway, I’m pleased to report that the skirt survived its outing – snow and all – intact. Phew! Dodged a bullet there, for sure…[separator type=”thin”]