Jessicajane
08-12-2013, 09:19 AM
There are an ever increasing list of scrapes and mini disasters in my emerging Jess life that would have Maria von Trappe herself heading back to the monastery…but I guess the best way to deal with them is learn from mistakes and have the ability to laugh at oneself….
I am sure that I am not he first CD to have experienced the troubles of negotiating heels in a shopping mall, but a recent shopping trip caused more than its fair share of attention….
Having emerged from a makeover in the MAC store in Marion, Jess proceeded to strut her stuff through the busy shopping arcade, head held high and with a confidence and excitement for what lay ahead , bargain hunting in the sales at my favourite dress shops.
It was lunch time and as usual the flood of shoppers clamouring to grab both food and a bargain, ensured that what was to follow was witnessed by a depressing large number of somewhat bemused passersby…
Although the heels on my boots were modest, approx 3 inch, I can only assume that somewhere mid stride I hit upon some liquid that had spilled onto the marble effect floor….the result was that my foot slipped from under me…
If I had fallen it would have dented my pride and caused a bit of a scene, but would have probably gone unnoticed by the majority of people…oh I am never that lucky…
what transpired was a natural reflex to retain my balance that resulted in a “Bambi on ice “ performance legs and arms flailing about ….to make matters worse…much worse the shock of the situation saw me drop a most un lady like “f” bomb so that anyone not privy to my “lord of the dance” rendition was quickly made aware of my unsightly predicament…..
I hope to heaven that the CCTV footage never makes it to UTube …..!
Pride well and truly battered I went on to console myself with purchasing a new dress….
I am sure that I am not he first CD to have experienced the troubles of negotiating heels in a shopping mall, but a recent shopping trip caused more than its fair share of attention….
Having emerged from a makeover in the MAC store in Marion, Jess proceeded to strut her stuff through the busy shopping arcade, head held high and with a confidence and excitement for what lay ahead , bargain hunting in the sales at my favourite dress shops.
It was lunch time and as usual the flood of shoppers clamouring to grab both food and a bargain, ensured that what was to follow was witnessed by a depressing large number of somewhat bemused passersby…
Although the heels on my boots were modest, approx 3 inch, I can only assume that somewhere mid stride I hit upon some liquid that had spilled onto the marble effect floor….the result was that my foot slipped from under me…
If I had fallen it would have dented my pride and caused a bit of a scene, but would have probably gone unnoticed by the majority of people…oh I am never that lucky…
what transpired was a natural reflex to retain my balance that resulted in a “Bambi on ice “ performance legs and arms flailing about ….to make matters worse…much worse the shock of the situation saw me drop a most un lady like “f” bomb so that anyone not privy to my “lord of the dance” rendition was quickly made aware of my unsightly predicament…..
I hope to heaven that the CCTV footage never makes it to UTube …..!
Pride well and truly battered I went on to console myself with purchasing a new dress….