After picking up the Short Kid from school yesterday, we went off in search of boots for him. (For ATV riding.) Tis not the season for boot shopping. While wandering through the shoe store at the outlet mall, I spotted some sassy heels on the clearance rack and tried them on just for grins.
I’m sitting in this picture because I couldn’t actually stand in the shoe without falling over. And, if you’re going to RWA in July, you will not see me wearing these:
You might, however, spot me wearing these:
I won’t be the most “well-heeled” author in Anaheim, but I don’t intend to spend the week hobbling around in pain and falling over onto random industry professionals, either. Trust me, nobody wants to find themselves with a surprise lap-full of Shan.