Hello, cute shoes.

Hello, large feet.

Angela talked me into buying these. In the end, I’m really glad I did. Because even though every other step in them in the store resulted in a turned ankle (I’m not so used to skinny heels, or really heels at all for that matter), I managed just fine when I wore them to trivia night last night. Apparently walking elegantly in heels is part of my drunk skill set.

I should probably try to work that into my sober skill set as well.

I would just like to point out here that my sober skill set does include balancing on those heels while holding a camera with a 20mm lens in my right hand, with a flash with wireless trigger in my left hand.

And hey, turns out refrigerators are good for bouncing a flash…