I took a short trip to Hawaii over the weekend and had the opportunity to wear my white Charles David pumps along the beach. With the sun on my face and wind in my hair, my vacation was off to a fabulous start.
I attempted to stroll across the beach in my heels, but with every step I took, the surface beneath me would collapse, causing me to bear my heels deep into the ground, filling both shoes with sand. It tickled the arch of my feet but bothered my toes, making it very troublesome to walk.
So I took a short break and wrote in the sand with tip of pumps.
After walking on the beach, I had to rinse sand from my heels in the outdoor shower. I was lucky to catch the beautiful sunset. Now, I can understand the allure of having sex on the beach…
The water cooled my legs, but to my dismay, left large water stains all over the white leather.
Once my heels were clean, I headed back to the hotel with Wetshoe. As we were driving, it began to drizzle. In my bored state, I made a few compulsive wagers and lost. 
Wetshoe instantly pulled over and ordered me out of the car. For my punishment, I was forced to walk in the moist Hawaii clay.
My white pumps were a perfect canvas for the red mire. The dark mud dyed the leather and caked onto the bottom of my pumps.
Since I had lost the bet, I was unable to stop by the hotel to change. I had to wear my soiled shoes to dinner.
Why is it that every time I clean my heels, they are bound to get even dirtier later? My poor shoes have been completely tainted.