Wedges if Doom: Part 2

You may recall the wedges of doom. You know, the ones I wanted, they didn't have my size, I checked again, still didn't have my size, I find them in my size and fall off them and roll my ankle and ended up not buying them. Remember? Yeah? Well even if you don't, you can read about it here. (The Wedges of Doom.)


Well, I decided to kick fate in the butt. I bought them yesterday. And I wore them today. I was really nervous the whole time. I held on to Mr.K whilst I was walking whenever was socially acceptable and walked really slowly and cautiously (kinda dramatically actually) whenever it wasn't. Like when I need to go to the toilet at church today, I thought I better not ask Mr.K to help me into the bathroom. That would have been weird.


Ask me how my ankle is feeling. Well, let me tell you, it is FINE! I didn't fall over, I didn't roll my ankle, I didn't do anything to hurt myself at all actually. I just felt splendidly tall and maybe even a little vintage. That's because of the lace dress though, not the shoes. (I think those last two sentences are the closest I will ever come to being a fashion blogger.)


I have learnt a very valuable lesson. Screw fate and wear wedges as often as possible.

Wedges of DOOM, in your face!