Regarding High-Heeled Shoes

I don't wear heels very often. Or ever, really. The thing is, I'm something of a klutz, and have a hard enough time navigating the world in flats without killing myself. Case in point: The Young Man and I were watching TV in my living room the other night. I got up, put my slippers on, walked into my bedroom, stepped on satin pajama pants and fell, banana peel style, into a heap on the floor, bruising up my knee in a most spectacular fashion. Upon my return to the living room, he said, "What happened in there?" I explained. He shook his head at me. It's not the first time, you see. Or the second. Or twentieth.

I mostly managed the chunky platform period during the late 90s, because I had a solid base to stand on. And I can usually wear a wedge without incident. Other than that, though, I stick with flats. Interesting Jess trivia: my yoga balance is extraordinary, as was my ballet balance back in my dancing days. It's my walking balance that gives me trouble.

So you may wonder, then, why I made this impulse buy today:



Yeah, me too. We'll see how it goes. I'm wearing them with my pajamas right now, and so far, so good. Of course, I'm also sitting down. Wish me luck!