Wow, it’s been far too long since I wrote here. I’ve been furiously traveling and working but have finally found time to write of my new adventures. With all the escapades and constant flying, my shoes have gone through much abuse in the past few months. As you can see on my favorite pair of boots, the heel has been well worn down, the supple leather peeling, and it is streaked with dried mud
During one of my tours to Park City for the Sundance Film festival, I was to attend an exclusive party up in the beautiful mountains. But all my heels were so damaged, I was too ashamed to wear them to such an event. By some stroke of luck, I was fortunate enough to find the only pair of black leather Michael Kors pumps in my size at one of the shops. Even though it was unheard for this time of year, the weather was so nice, I decided to wear a revealing lace back mini dress to match my new heels. Given that I was already running late, I told my ride to leave without me. I assumed finding the party would be a rather simple task so I chose to drive there on my own. That was an enormous mistake.
While on my way, the engine suddenly died. I pulled to the side of the road as the rental car slowly rolled to an abrupt stop. I looked down at the dashboard only to see the gas light was on. I couldn’t believe it but was OUT OF GAS!
I was stuck on a narrow isolated road, in the middle of nowhere, only surrounded by trees. I knew I had to get out and seek help. I gently lowered my heels onto the unpaved dirt. Instinctively, I jerked my legs back as the earth beneath me was nothing more than a muddy wet mess. Even though it was winter, the signs of spring had begun to show. The snow which should have been piled there had melted into this murky soup. Not only was I out of gas and in dire need of assistance. I was stuck in the car, hovering my legs over the ground as my heel dangled dangerously on the tip my toes. Because I had moved so quickly in an attempt to save my new shoes, it nearly fell off my foot into the malicious puddle. Distressed by this unfortunate situation, I was forced to exit and step onto the soft mire. As I gingerly place my feet down, the mud instantly sucked my heels through the surface. My new shoes were now filthy and wet.
I assessed my surroundings and concluded the best solution was to walk across the woods towards what looked to be civilization. As I wondered through the shady grove, I could feel pieces of debris slip into my shoes. It was becoming increasingly more difficult to tread on. To make matters worse, I had opted not to wear any panties since my dress was very tight. With each step, I had to tug at my unforgiving dress as it would hike up my thigh leaving my legs and vulnerable parts exposed. My heels were not much help either as they were not made for this kind of terrain causing me to stumble over many roots and stones.
It wasn’t long before I began to weary from the continued struggle I had with my stilettos being stuck in the hardened ground.
I bent down to massage my tired feet only to find my pumps caked in mud, dirt and pebbles. I wanted to remove my shoes but the pine needles and rocks would have been too painful to walk through.
I could hear the faint sound of vehicles passing, echoed through the trees. I looked toward the noise and could see a large blacktop road in the distance. However, there was plain of icy snow in my way. To walk around was not an option as it would have taken much too long. Although my pumps were soiled, wet and scuffed, I could not fathom what the freezing snow would do to them. Only hours ago, my shoes were brand new and now they looked as though I had worn them all year. Stubborn and determined to overcome these obstacles, I pushed forward. I stepped into the snow and grimaced as my heels bore down and crushed the thickly packed ice.
The snow crunched and squeaked as I dragged my feet to take the next step. Looking back, I could see the deep, dirt filled shoe prints left behind.
Because my shoes were damp from the puddle and mud, I could feel the chill seep through the leather. The powdered icy began to freeze my pumps making them heavy and hard. I penetrated the virgin snow, deeper with each long step. My excitement grew and pace increased, seeing that the highway was not far.
I briskly jogged across the remaining snow, reaching the last bit of quagmire in my way of rescue. Although it was snowing and my feet were cold, drips of sweat ran down my body from the treacherous walk. After such abuse my shoes sustained, the shallow pool before me was an ease to defeat.
As I trekked directly through the puddle, mud and water rushed in filling my shoes. My dainty manicured feet were now covered with the murky mess.
I was relieved to finally reach my destination. I dusted off my dress, poured the water out from my pumps and stood to the side waiting for someone to pass. Though my new leather shoes were completely ruined and I was slightly dirty and tired, I was still determined to reach the party. My next problem was to hitch a ride to where I needed to be. So I stuck out my hand and waited impatiently for the next car to save me.
Did I reach the event in time?
TO BE CONTINUED…