I walked by a "yard sale" on Saturday. By yard sale, I mean that some couple had left random pieces of clothing, dishware, etc. lying on the lawn in front of their apartment building. This no-effort, I'm just going to lie it on the grass, screw getting tables-type of sale I am seeing more often, don't know about the rest of you. I mean, for the amount of stuff they had, they should have just taken it to a social services center and gotten a tax writeoff rather than standing in the wind and cold all morning.
At any rate, I stopped just to see what they had there and got a couple of cute things--a nice wooden salad bowl for $5, a little beaded necklace for $2. I asked the man what size the women's shoes were. He said he didn't know his wife's shoe size (Is this surprising or not?
Should one know one's partner's shoe size, or is it an area of life one should just stay out of? I'm not sure.) Anyway, he called her on his cell phone, determined the shoe size was the same as mine (8 1/2, for Nine West anyway), so being that the price was $3 for a pair of shoes, I purchased them. They were cute beige slingbacks with probably a 2 inch heel. And no, I didn't bother to try them on, because I was standing on the sidewalk on Columbia Road and for $3, I just decided to take the risk.
Well, kids, here's the lesson learned--and you probably knew this already, but you shouldn't buy shoes at a yard sale. These are just the most uncomfortable shoes ever, I feel like I am barely keeping from falling over when I wear them, and I was subjected to Melissa making fun of the way I was clunking down the Metro station last night. So when I went to a lunch time spinning class yesterday, I knew I couldn't walk the 15 minute walk with those shoes on, so I threw on my sneakers (I've also given up my ban on wearing sneakers with work clothes while I'm walking) to walk over to the other building. Then after class, I was running late getting back to my office, so I just threw on my sneakers without socks or hose, so I cut my heels up pretty good in the process, so now
every pair of shoes I put on hurts my heels. Except for my Polartec slippers, but I feel like I should get off my probationary period at work before I start wearing slippers to work.