My heels

So when I was younger I wore crazy heels--super high and I coulda killed myself. But hey, they looked good. I, of course, didn't wear these things to class. But if I had to dress up there ya go.
Then I got out of that habit and got more into my Dr. Martens. That was probably when I started in newspapers. Pretty much a pair of dockers was appropriate.
I am back into heels again (not a ton). But more so. I am actually starting to get into shoes. I never really was. But now that I have cute clothes (after my weight loss) I must have cute shoes to go with the new clothes.
Anyway, today I am wearing my cute Mary Jane heels. When I was leaving this morning Curt told me to be careful in my heels. I have had some close calls in these heels (and others, too).
So today I am stepping onto the elevator at work. And you know that part where there is that gap? I wonder what will happen if I ever drop my keys or badge down there. Or if my heel ever steps in there. Well, guess what? Today I stepped my heel into that gap. I kinda lunged forward. But luckily no fall or break of the heel. It was almost like I tripped. And I, of course, was not alone. There were others there to witness my clumsiness.