After spending a few hours in the Overlake emergency room last weekend, I joked on an aforementioned weekly self-serving Instagram post that I was publishing a public service announcement re the @oura ring after a falling flat on my face. Long story short, the ring can’t be cut off by the fire department, but on a more fun topic, I got a lot of questions re what shoes I was wearing.
During the fall, the visit with the lovely officers in the 34th station of the Seattle’s fire department, and my lounge time at Overlake ER, I was wearing cute white mule sneakers. I hope I provided viewers of my friends’ perimeter security system a laugh when I fell superwoman style outside their 8 year old’s birthday soirée in those unsupportive valentinos. I blame the fall on my brain being in LaLa land more so than the kicks, but if Signor Piccioli wants to send a get-well card, so be it.
In an effort to pick myself up, literally and figuratively, I have been loving on these resort shoes — with backs — for sunnier days ahead. I realize these eye candies don’t support the internet black hole I should be going down somewhat like, “shoes that support girls with ADD who like heels,” but smiles make you heal faster, right?

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