My orthopedic Prada’s

So I’ve been living large (not really, but I like how it sounds) in NYC for a two and a half weeks, and I am in a funk. My mornings start with me thinking what the heck am I going to wear. I look at my miniscule wardrobe, drop my head and take a deep sigh. Note: how come on my home weight scale my suitcases were under the 50lb limit, then at the airport they were overweight, hence the quick deletion of stuff, while a line of people are behind me thinking “can you hurry up already?” My shoes, 5 pairs of heels, plus a pair of pointy toe flats and one pair of sneakers. Handbags, two. I find myself primarily using the bigger one of the two to accommodate lunch, water bottle, gloves and a pair of shoes.

At the start of week two, I had a little run in with a top heavy bench that fell on my right foot (that foot is always being abused). So now I can only wear 2 pairs of shoes and only one is acceptable for work. My poor toe is killing me, and while I tend to be on my foot most of the day, it is telling me. “I’m taking my time getting  better yo!” So I just feel like I am in a complete fashion funk.

I see people around me dressed so cool, I feel so inspired, I envy the girls that are walking down the street in their high heels. Sporting such great individualized looks, oh and don’t even get me started on the shopping around here. Just the other day, I found myself  drooling as I was looking at the window display at Alexander McQueen. While at Century 21 (the good one) I heard the angels sing,  and in Jeffery NY, I think I had a mini heart attack.  I feel like I can’t even go window shopping  because I cannot truly appreciate it due to the right foot. So I hobble around the city of fashion, thinking “oh poor me!”

After noticing my other foot starting to ache. I have given in to the right foot. I am icing it every night, and keeping it elevated. I’m not going to make the mistake of  shoving it into a Manolo, for 5 seconds of pleasure to be followed by another right foot setback.  Hopefully, by next week it will be back to it’s jolly old self. I’ll be out of my funk and ready to maximize and appreciate what I have and make the best of it, until I get the next batch of my wardrobe. That will be one big happy day!