While horsing around with my husband, I stubbed my pinky-toe on this retro chair that I inherited from Chiat/Day when I was Earthquaked out of my studio apartment in 1989:
This tiny and seemingly benign injury produced an enormous amount of pain. And you feel like an ass for blaming your sudden horrible limp on a stupid stubbed toe.
I could barely walk.
99.999% of my shoes were out of the question.
In fact, there were two pairs that I could wear, both in the sandal category:
My Rick Owens flat open-toe boot/shoes, purchased on sale from Mona Moore:
And these strappy Bernhard Willhelm’s, purchased in Tokyo a few years back:
Don’t get me wrong; I love both of these footwear options.
But I don’t love wearing them every god-dammed day. Especially in the Fall.
And then it hit me: What if I was doomed to a life of wearing only 2 pairs of shoes? Like every other woman I know, I love shoes. They make me happy. They don’t make me feel fat or look tired. So the idea of having only 2 pair to chose from, for the rest of my life, well, it scared the crap out of me.
JSlow talked me off the ledge. “I’ve stubbed my pinky-toe tons of times,” she said, “Be patient. Takes 4 – 6 weeks to heal.”
She was right.
I am now heeled.