Hopefully our readers won’t find this post too petty or boring. Not a good start, I know. But sometimes it’s more than just the not driving that really gets to me. RP also interferes with my love of fashion – shoes in particular. While other fashionistas my age are strutting around in sexy high heels, I choose to wear flats or kitten heels most of the time. It’s not that I can’t walk in heels – trust me – I have excellent balance and a pretty high threshold for foot pain. The risks are just too great considering I often miss a curb or trip on a rock in my path, and catching myself from falling is rather challenging in high heels.
This summer I didn’t exactly have a choice, though. I was a bridesmaid in a dear friends wedding, and the gorgeous shoes she chose for us just happened to be 4 inches tall. Nervous doesn’t begin to describe how I felt about sauntering down an aisle in front of 200+ people in these tricky gold heels. Luckily, each bridesmaid had an escort, so I managed the ceremony just fine. But then more nervous butterflies entered my stomach when I learned that we would need to walk through a dimly lit reception as our names were announced in front of the seated dinner guests. I convinced my escort that we should enter the reception skipping instead of walking as our names were announced. I figured it would look less ridiculous if I fell down while skipping vs. walking. Plus, skipping is a lot of fun.
Not only did I successfully skip to my dinner seat, but I also managed to dance the night away in these same heels (with a lot of help from my fantastic husband). I realize the ending to this story might be somewhat disappointing for those of you looking for a good laugh. But don’t worry – I have RP, so there are plenty of funny embarrassing stories to come! Especially if I decide to wear these heels to a dark restaurant…. 
I saw the shoes in person and trust me, they are killers! I can’t believe that Jenelle, or anyone, could navigate with them! I would not even attempt them! Wow. You’re a good friend!