Suffering for fashion, I improvised a painkiller.
I bought a lovely pair of shoes last week. They're teal Mary Janes with a little flower on the edge, ever so fun and cheerful and a huge departure from my usual black heels.

I decided to wear them to class yesterday to break them in; I got loads of compliments on them, but that's beside the point.

About halfway to class, I felt my heel rubbing on the back of the shoe in a way that I knew spelled the removal of skin and the creation of a massive blister at the very least. I check; sure enough, there's a nasty scrape on the back of one heel and two on the other.

'No problem!' I think. 'I'll just reach into my ever-useful Handbag of Many Things and get a plaster.'

So in I reach. . .only to find that I have neglected to refresh my stores. However, I do have some panty liners* handy. . . and wouldn't you know it, they fit into the back of the heel of my shoe like a dream!

Off I went to class in comfort, safe in the knowledge that any blood from the scrapes on my heel wouldn't get very far.


(*small 'ladies' sanitary pads', as it says on the package.)
(louveciennes , Volvospotter, Thu 24 Aug 2006, 20:16, Reply)