The Sorry Saga of a Stiletto

Let me tell you about my day yesterday.

Yes, that is my shoe. Stuck in the mud. I stepped right out of the thing while walking from my car to the house. There it sat, mired in the muddy quagmire that separates our garage concrete from our back door concrete. WHY these two sections of concrete were poured without a connector is inconceivable. These are the countrylife questions that haunt me.

I will be the first to say that yes, high heels can face their share of dangers and perils in the big city. There are cracks in the sidewalk, uneven curbs, subway grates, and pigeon poop.

In fact, I was once trotting to work in Chicago and wedged my heel firmly in an ‘L’ grate. It was horrifying. I’m thankful my ankle didn’t snap. Rather, I kept moving forward a few more yards while my shoe remained sad and lonely in its metal prison. Try to look like a dignified urbanite while standing barefoot on the sidewalk wrestling with a shoe. I dare you.

That traumatizing experience notwithstanding, I found city life to be much kinder on my heels.

My country house does not have a paved driveway (the tractor tires would likely tear it up), nor does it have a smooth path from garage to house. My shoes are always getting dirty and scuffed. I engage in a delicate dance each morning and evening as I leave for and return from work. On any given day I can be seen balancing car keys, an iPhone, a coffee thermos, a massive purse, binders, and an umbrella while trying to leap from one section of concrete to another.

It’s not so bad when the ground is dry, but we’ve (thankfully) had a lot of rain lately. The Dairy Man and I live at the bottom of a big hill and when it rains heavily, torrents of rainwater wash down and pool in front of the garage. (And in our basement, but that’s another story for another time.) Though the puddles have dried up, the ground has not.

Thus, my heel sunk into the squish and didn’t pop back out.

While I have mostly adjusted to country life, my shoes can’t say the same.

These girls are not prepared for off-roading.

It might be time to start wearing my barn boots to the garage.  Either that or convince the Dairy Man to provide daily piggyback rides. Honey?

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7 thoughts on “The Sorry Saga of a Stiletto

  1. Sorry you had an unfortunate accident! I think stilettos belong in offices and homes and nowhere else–too risky as you see! A nice compromise is canvas boat shoes for around the farm. They breathe, dry easily, and make it much easier to get around in a sure-footed way. And for really muddy days, invest in some rain boots (Target has really cute ones year-round online). That’s what I wear around our farm.

    1. These are all great ideas! I have a super cute pair of boots that I often wear around the dairy. Though, I will admit that I don’t like them to get too dirty. Maybe they’re TOO cute.

      As for the heels, I think it might be time to leave them in the car and wear different shoes to walk to the house! 🙂

  2. I’m thinking car service to your door would work nicely. Or,since that still needs human intervention, let’s go for a car that would drive over and get into the garage all by itself. They can back in parking spots by themselves, so why not garages?

  3. My question is, mud aside, HOW do you manage to drive in them without destroying/scuffing/scratching the heels? I have to drive in other shoes because I can wreck a pair driving the car within five minutes. So if you have the wonder solution, please share it 😉
    ps glad you have rain after the July heat.

    1. Years of practice! I actually find it much easier to drive in my high heels than my barn boots. I’m an accident waiting to happen in those things.

      And yes, we are so, so grateful for the rain. The corn is happy. 🙂

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