A Stiletto To The Heart

This entry has nothing to do with being green.  It has everything to do with me being the occasional mildly selfish fashion victim.  Though I will mention exercise briefly later on, so let's go ahead and loosely put this one under the heading of 'fitness'.

There's nothing wrong with being fashionably selfish once in a while, is there?  My fashion consultant would answer with a resounding NOOOOO.  I love my fashion consultant.  As a treat for you, here are some more of her words of wisdom; 'He knew I liked to shop when he married me.  This should come at no surprise.' and 'He wants his wife to look good, right?!'  Does that sound like a wise woman, or what?  Ya, you know it does.

So, my husband and I were invited to a wedding of an old friend this past weekend, a guy my husband used to be in a band with.  We knew about this wedding for months.  So naturally, I prepared.  I shopped for the right dress, shoes and accessories.  Needless to say, I'm a good shopper.  I found an awesomely hot, yet sophisticated dress for a steal, accessorized it (with the help of an anonymous former bridal consultant who happened to be on the other side of the jewelry display at just the right time for me to glean her opinion), and of course...the shoes.  Oh, the shoes!

Did I find the most wickedly fantastic black stilettos!!  They're gorgeous, even sitting in the box all packed in foam and tissue.  Boy was I looking forward to wearing them.  My feet would have died a thousand deaths, but damn, my calves would have looked goood.  I was so prepared, I even did extra crunches to look good in the dress.  Crunches blow.  Twenty-four feel like a million.

The dress, the shoes, the jewelry, the handsome and well-dressed husband.  The flu.

You better believe it.  I got the @##$%^& flu early Saturday morning. How can it be?  I rarely get sick, I take my Shaklee vitamins everyday, eat right and exercise.  I don't get the flu!  I'VE GOT THE WHOLE DAMN OUTFIT, THIS CAN'T HAPPEN, I HAVE TO WEAR IT!

Needless to say, there was no gorgeous outfit to celebrate a happy occasion, seeing some old friends and being happy for the couple who got married.  No, it was all laying in bed between trips to the bathroom and trying to sleep while dreaming of vomit.  Poor husband had to go himself.  Granted, he had a good time, but still.

And now he wants me to return the shoes.  It's like sacrilege!  A TRAGEDY.  Return the shoes?  But honey, did you SEE THEM???  He made a good point though, when the next occasion comes around I will be up for another excursion with my fashion consultant for a little retail therapy.  And giving up these amazing black stilettos is deserving of some therapy.  So I will do it.  This time.  Next time, the flu can bite me!!