CONSIDER YOURSELF A NERD

My mother doesn't call me "Grace" for nothing
Often I dress casually on casual Friday, but some weeks I just dress... differently. Today I'm wearing the black top with the crocheted sleeves that I originally bought for Sarah's bachelorette night, my (only pair of) jeans and my black character shoes (which I lost ten minutes searching for this morning). Last year I wore heels a grand total of three times: at the VNS employee recognition dinner, Sarah's bachelorette night, and Sarah's wedding. That's up two times from the several previous years. At bachelorette night I didn't even make it from the parking garage to the restaurant before my ankles started to give out.

I used to wear heels once in a while just for the hell of it--I wore my old pair for a whole day while touristing in New York City my senior year of high school. I paid for it the next few days, but I can't even imagine doing that now. With renal failure comes problems with swelling feet and ankles and I suddenly became very comfort-oriented when it comes to shoes, and even heels intended for stage and dancing aren't "comfortable" by any stretch of the imagination. Apparently my lack of wearing heels has given me the World's Weakest Ankles--my ankles tire out very fast in heels and my feet start to roll out. Roll far enough and you slip off the edge of the heel and your ankle is suddenly bent 90°. It's not good when one leg suddenly is several inches shorter than the other. I spent most of bachelorette night in stocking feet because of it.

So just in case I do end up going to Rocky in the near future, I figure I should try to get my feet and ankles back in fighting trim (do they do the Bunny Hop at Chicago Rocky?), and the easiest way is to wear heels to work once in a while, since I spend the majority of the day sitting down. And if my ankles tire out, I have a pair of slip-on flats under my desk.

Current Mood: hungry
Current Music: my HEATER because the AC is on full blast