Always Anna

Yesterday I went beyond the land of bad taste, passed by the country of fashion victimhood, and entered directly into the depths of fashion hell…

I wore white sneakers with my work outfit.

But it’s not my fault!  You know how much I HATE this look - I am (contrary to some people’s opinions) NOT a Working Girl. 

I started out the day in a normal work outfit - red knit top, black pants, and black heels.  The heels were a little bit old - I bought them about 3 years ago - but I don’t wear them that often because they’re a little too big.  But my favorite black heels were getting repaired, so I busted out the back-up pair.  Anyways, I was tap-dancing in the kitchen as I filled up my water glass (I entertain my office on a regular basis) and suddenly lurched over, dropping my glass and falling into the refrigerator.  No, I wasn’t drunk.  But my heels were:

Obviously I’d taken my extra pair of heels home the week before, and since the rest of the women in my office wear shoes at least 2 sizes larger than mine, I was left with no option but to wobble around the office in my broken heel.  Luckily, most of the day was spent in meetings, so I was able to sit down a lot.  But as the day wound down, I started wondering… How was I going to walk to the subway, take it home, and walk the quarter-of-a-mile home? 

As I tried to tape the heel back on my shoe, the company president walked by and witnessed my hysterics.  Literally, I was laughing like a freakin’ crazy person as I tried to scotch tape my heel.  As luck would have it, she had a pair of sneakers in her office (only 1.5 sizes too big!) and let me borrow them to trudge home. 

Obviously I’m grateful for her kindness.  But I don’t think I’ll forget the horror of the white sneaks any time soon.

Shudder.