Why I don't and shouldn't wear heels

Happy Tuesday my lovelies. Today I'd like to talk about shoes. I'm warning you now - this is loooong.
I love shoes.
But I mean, come on... who doesn't love shoes? amirite?

When I was a child, I was obsessed with Dorthy's 'Ruby Red Slippers':



I basically wanted every pair of red shoes that I saw. I'm pretty sure that I asked for Ruby Red Slippers for every birthday, Christmas, or random present receiving event for at least 5 years... My poor parents.
I never got the shoes though, just like I never got an Easy Bake Oven - but I'm not bitter about it.

Anyway, as you all know - I'm clumsy. This clumsy phase trait started when I learned how to walk. So, as a child, I wasn't allowed to wear anything with even a slight heel. I used to fall flat on my face wearing FLIP-FLOPS for crying out loud. Fun fact: dad banned me from wearing flip-flops for one entire summer because I had a really bad accident wearing them one day. So because of my extreme awkwardness, I never wore heels.

By the end of elementary school I decided that I wanted a pair of heels. It was not pretty. I'm pretty sure I just got a cheap pair of shoes from Wal-Mart, and I convinced my mom that it would be fine. I wore these cute white shiny shoes to church that Sunday - I thought I was the bees-knees. I basically thought I had it going on and that I would be the prettiest not so average girl that I usually was. I remember feeling so cool, and I'm pretty sure I strutted down the middle aisle of the church like it was my runway and I was the winner of America's Next Top Model.



I remember during the church service I needed to go downstairs for 'junior church'. This was basically church for kids, so that we weren't 'bored' and distracting our parents from hearing the sermon that week. We'd do arts and crafts, color, play games, you know - typical church things.

Anyway, as I was heading down the stairs in my super fashionable 'heels', I took a bit of a tumble... and proceeded to fall down the stairs. Thank goodness I was only about 4 or 5 stairs from the bottom - but it was still pretty awful. I definitely bruised my ego that day. When I got home from church, I pushed those shoes to the back of our shoe closet and never wore them again. Any time my mom questioned me about them, I'd basically change the topic or tell her that they didn't match my outfit... oops.

By the time I finished middle school, I felt like I was ready to try heels again. However, I had hit a Growth Spurt of sorts, and I was now about 5'6 - I was basically as tall as all of the guys in my class. Being tall wasn't overly awesome at that age, and I was really self-conscious about wearing any type of shoe that would make me look taller. So I got rid of the idea of wearing heels...
As a result of my lack of heel-wearing as an adolescent, I completely suck at wearing heels. I do what I can, but I'd much rather wear flats, or flip flops whenever possible. For the most part, I've been pretty good with heels the past few years... until a few weeks ago.

It was my good friends birthday, and she requested that everyone dress up because we were going to a nice restaurant. I decided to wear one of my favorite pairs of shoes, brown suede booties:



Everything was fine and dandy.
I decided I wasn't going to take the bus - I would drive downtown. I was using Car 2 Go, which is a car-sharing company in Vancouver (it's also in other various cities in the world). The closest car to my house was about 2.5 blocks away. I decided to cut through the alleys because it would get me to the car much faster. Unfortunately, none of our alley-ways are lit, so I was using the moon as my light to get me through these extremely dark alleys.
Don't worry guys, we live in a safe neighborhood.

Anyway, I cut through the alley... since I couldn't see anything, my foot goes right into a small pothole, I roll my ankle and trip forward. I stood up, dusted myself off and walked the rest of the way to the car. Luckily, because I was smart, I brought a pair of flats with me. I changed into the flats, stuffed the shoes into my purse and joined my friends for dinner.

So the point of this, is that you'll probably never see me in heels. It happens from time to time, but you can basically guarantee that I'll hurt myself at least once while wearing them.

Sorry this is so long, apparently I have a lot to say about shoes. Ha.
See y'all tomorrow.