Upon arrival at school today, I celebrated the beginning of a Tuesday morning by wiping out.
In front of students.
Oh, yeah.
See, due to their hem-length, these trousers can only be worn with very high shoes. Since there is no snow, I decided to wear my shoes from the time I left the house.*
Bad idea.
Here is why:
Rainy day
Very slick shoe soles
Freshly polished hardwood floors
+ Sudden, unexpected burst of gravity
YYZ lands (very nearly) on her nose
The three students (naturally, none of them was MINE, so the poor dears felt like they couldn’t laugh at me, even though I had a good guffaw at myself) who had the grave misfortune to witness the entire, awkward, slow-motion skid-into-face-plant debacle were very kind and solicitous, even though they were clearly thinking,
“What a total loser that old lady is! Boy, are we glad we are not old and prone to wipe-outs!”**
Oh, well, at least I had my groovy pleather jacket to console me.
Jacket: H&M
Silk Cami: Joe Fresh
Trousers: Theory
Dangerously Slippery Shoes: Jessica Simpson
Locket: Gift. That is all I remember– I can’t remember from whom, alas.
*(Normally, I drive in flats/boots and switch to heels at work, thereby saving my shoes from the ravages of weather and my feet from the ravages of my footwear.)
** All I could think was, “DID I RIP MY THEORY TROUSERS??!!! DID I???!!!!”
No, thank the Gods of Fancy Pants.
I did, however, pull a muscle in my shoulder as I tried to prevent disaster befalling my trousers.
Totally worth it.
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