Paralegal Career Dressing: No Heels on the Ark

So I find a pair of Bandolino heels I forgot I owned and have no idea where they came from, and decide today I’ll strive to be a little more fashion-focused and forgo my usual flats. Keep in mind that it’s not raining when I leave home.

Keep in mind that I know this picture is awful, and I need a better camera for career fashion blogging purposes, but I had to post the pic to tell the sad, sad story of fashion landing on its ass.

Loft dress (clearance at outlet store), No-name cardi, Forever 21 belt swiped from my boyfriend sweater, antique jade pin, and traitorous heels

After I got to work, it started raining so hard that it would have been the perfect day to launch the Ark. I had an appointment outside of the office, and while walking to my car, realized the smooth surface of my heels made walking on wet pavement like roller-skating, except I’m better at roller-blading.

The office building where my appointment was has a wide tile hallway from front to back. It was not wet, but the bottom of my shoes sure were. As I slipped and slid into the building itself, I made a note to swing by the house and change into infinitely more sensible shoes after the appointment.

Too late. About 10 feet from the door, I felt one foot start to slip out from underneath me, and while struggling to stay upright, more or less landed with a nice thud on my hip and ass.

Good thing I had fried chicken and macaroni and cheese last night, because I needed all the padding I could get. Good thing I didn’t break anything, because I don’t bounce like I used to.

Now the cute and comfortable heels are relegated to being worn only in long drought periods, and my butt has seriously hurt feelings and wounded pride.

Maybe I need to invest in some galoshes.

Any tips for making high heels less slippery li’l suckers?

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