Because When You Type Fast It Looks Like Your Fingers Are Dancing

I’m having serious a fashion/athlete dilemma.

On Saturday I finally took my Loeffler Randall’s out for a spin, and they did some nasty things to the back of my ankles. To be expected I suppose. I bought them at the Intermix Warehouse sale, 1 size too big. But come on, how can you pass up $600 Randall’s knocked down to 60 bones?

Blisters on the feet, no biggie…except I had two volleyball games this week, and now my ankles are a serious mess. Serious.

Tonight I have to go to an event, and all I can think about wearing are slippers. The kind that go shh-shh-shh when you walk. Too bad I don’t own clogs.