No one is backing me up on the shoe thing!
I'm having a flashback.
All I can think of is the time when two of my very close friends convinced me that I was fit to go outside in an absolutely horrendous outfit. I would often ask my friends for their opinions on my outfits, as I did like to put together some outrageous ensembles. I trusted these people... but, on this occasion they both stated that I was "working" this outfit that consisted of: a green sock with a picture of Elmo on it, another sock that did not match the Elmo sock(they may have possibly been silver and sparkly), black square toed shoes with a chunky heel, black and white zebra skin patterned stretch pants, a baby blue t-shirt for a website that read "hit on me," and a burgundy sweatshirt zip-up hoodie. We were wasted, and it wasn't until we got to the movie theater that I realized just how ridiculous I looked. I wanted to crawl under the seat. I was incredulous. I almost got angry, I almost started to cry, then I just started laughing. We just laughed and laughed and laughed. People were looking at us. It didn't matter, we were so insane. BUT, I couldn't believe they let me leave my room looking like a hot mess.
Well, I have learned. Those shoes could be the end of me. I can see it now... I get all these comments and eventually convince myself that they are ok, so I wear them out one night. And then the most gorgeous creature to ever walk the face of the planet, a drag queen Thai chef on a world tour, the potential love of my life, walks up and says to me, "Wow! Where did you get those shoes? They're AWFUL!" And I'll have to remember some nonsense like that for the rest of eternity... just like the ELMO SOCK. Yes, I have learned. Granted I could probably work a plastic bag, a box of Farm Chew, and... and a shovel (if I wanted to!), but I don't care what anyone says. Those shoes are BUSTED and you will not find me wearing THOSE shoes (in public).