The Wild and Risky Pair

Ok, so self-admittedly I'm not a super edgy, front cover of Vogue, invited to fashion week in Milan kind of girl. I consider myself more of a sophisticated classic look. More of a front cover (ok, maybe not front cover) of Ann Taylor or Talbots kind of style. Don't get me wrong, my style may not scream that I've been on the runway, but I don't look like a grandma either. I update my closet with the "in" style but by and large it's the more conservative approach. And I definitely leave the super trendy things to others. I can't go about changing out my closet every few months! However, I do own a pair of cheetah print slide high heels. I know. It's not that racy for most, but for me, it's one of the few things I own that pushes my boundaries. You may laugh at that, but it's true. And I love to wear them, even if only matched up with a pair of tan slacks and a black sweater. It makes me feel a bit more aggressive, a bit more flirty, and a bit more "cha-cha." So, I'm sure by the title of this post, that you think that it's named because of the cheetah print on these shoes. There my friend, you would be wrong. It's about these shoes, but not the cheetah print. These shoes are a death trap. I mean, they are a "wear at your own potential peril" pair of shoes! The soles are so slick, that you could slide on the concrete sidewalk if you're not careful. And don't even let me get started on the tile leading into my office building! It's a complete balancing act every time I walk in the door with these shoes on. At any given moment, I'll be walking along just fine and then one will slip a little right out from under me, and I feel like I'm on the high-wire 40ft up trying not to fall to my demise! I sometimes hold my breath and concentrate deeply on just trying to get to the elevator bank without slipping in these shoes. To date, the score is Kara 14, shoes 0. But I know my day is coming. I know the shoes are going to take me on a wild ride to the floor. And it'll probably be the day that we've got some sort of vendor or manager meeting with everyone standing in the lobby ready to witness my defeat. To top it all off, they've just decided to pull up the carpet and tile the entire downstairs area of the building, so I'm not safe anywhere except on my carpeted floor anymore. Who's idea was that? Probably some man who's never owned a pair of sassy cheetah high heels. One who's never known what it takes to forsake both life and limb in the interest of style. One who'll never know exactly how many steps it takes to get back to a carpeted area of the building and just how long he can hold his breath while concentrating to get there! Alas, these shoes are wild and risky, but not because of the print, but because of the adventure in wearing them. And I love them.