|This poor guy knows my shame.|
Mismatched shoes. Unintentionally mismatched. That I did not notice were mismatched until I'd been wearing them more than five hours.
So they were boots. Both brown. And that's where the similarities end. Different heel heights. Different leg lengths. Different toe shapes. Different shades of brown.
I blame the "spring forward," which got me out of bed at a truly ungodly hour to make 9:00 AM (read: 8:00 AM, bio-rhythmically speaking) service before teaching 11:00 AM Sunday School. I felt ill-used, indeed. And foolish. Definitely foolish, because it wasn't until we were at lunch after church that I noticed the discrepancy.
At least no one else seemed to notice. Or, if they did, they were kind enough not to say anything.
How did I walk around with two lengths of heel without limping? Amazing.
I was too lazy (and embarrassed) to take pics yesterday; but, today, by popular demand (from my pal Kadie), I am posting pics of the two unrelated boots that I wore yesterday in blissful ignorance. Yes, it is nigh incredible that I did not notice the heel difference. I will say that, once I noticed that they were mismatched, all of a sudden I realized that my right leg (the one wearing the lower heel) ached a bit. I limped until we made it home -- much to the amusement of my husband.
|Little marching (but not "matching") boots.|
|The view from the top. Silly, silly me.|
|Toe-to-toe -- something's not adding up!|