It was such a beautiful day, so I thought it would be a nice change to relax outdoors and get some fresh air. I decided it was time to wear and dirty my fairly new black, leather Stuart Weitzman Fever pumps.
Feeling determined in my halter sundress and stilettos, I was ready to find a new muddy spot to play in. As I drove around looking for a nice grassy area, my gf called, begging me to visit her so we could indulge in a huge (but healthy) bowl of fruit-filled yogurt. Appreciating the company, I picked up my sexy friend and headed to our detour, Pinkberry.
Upon our arrival, we screamed with excitement and hurried into the enticing store. My heels clicked and clanked against the tile floor as I walked across to the counter. Being the gluttonous and greedy little girl that I am, I chose the largest cup to fill. As the young employee pulled the yogurt machine’s lever, I watched the thick, white cream, ooze into my awaiting cup. Flirtatiously, I twirled my hair with my finger and demanded that he continue. “Don’t you dare stop…You must fill it to the brim……now…” Shyly, with a grin, he obeyed. I coyly looked over at my gf as she smiled and laughed back with approval. I then ordered him to pour in plenty of fresh red strawberries, chocolate chips, and sprinkles until they were overflowing the cup. Again, he complied. Sheepishly, while avoiding eye contact with me, he told me that the yogurt would be on the house. I blew him a kiss for his obedience and took my prized dessert. I anxiously walked outside to sit and enjoy the delicious treat.
Forgetting that I was wearing my stiletto pumps, I gleefully strolled across the grass towards an available bench. My heels quickly punctured and sank into the soft grass causing my foot to slip out from my pumps. My heels were completely stuck in the drying mud underneath the grass. I was now bare foot and needed to free my shoes. With my yogurt in one hand, I carefully stepped back into my shoes one foot at a time. I twisted and turned my right shoe hoping to loosen the dirt below. Instead, my heel thrust deeper into the grass.
I pulled harder and leaned forward scrunching and crinkling the leather tip of my pumps. Still, my heel was wedged deep inside. Trying again, with another forceful tug, my heel suddenly slipped out from the wet, solidifying soil. Surprised, I accidentally dropped my full bowl of yogurt onto my foot and Stuart Weitzman pumps!!!
To be continued…
xox: Kat