Normally I’d be doing a Love List here, since it IS Friday AND it’s the first Friday of the year.
It seems wrong to consider doing anything else!
But as I was walking home, I was rewarded for the first time I’d worn a skirt out of doors in months.
As I walked down the icy snow/crunchy snow/slick ice/frozen whatnot road about a block away from my home, my Uggs (it was not their fault, they’ve had gorgeous grip) hit a patch of what felt like banana peels sprayed with Pam, and BOOM… I hit the ground.
The crunchy, stabby, uneven ice-packed ground.
Bah.
My first fall of the season, period.
Skirt now ripped. Leg hacked to bits. Wrist worse for wear. Blood on Uggs (I’ll get it out, I weather-treated them well). And I’m pretty sure I’ll have bruises in places I’m not aware of yet.
Damn the no-road-clearing. Damn the melt-freeze-melt-freeze cycle. Damn the pretty day that convinced me I could take the risk and not look like bleeeargh in my old jeans.
I mean, oh well. Could be much worse.
But I don’t feel LOVEY, per se. I’ll try for it tomorrow.
Happy January 2nd!
Sorry about your fall. My wife fell twice yesterday trying to get to work. Took me half an hour to find a parking spot on Main today for dim sum. Enough with the frozen wasteland!
Oh man…I can so relate!
I’m a klutz to begin with. When we had the cold temps and snow several weeks back I would fall 2-4 times just walking from my truck in the parking lot into work. I HATE ICE…unless it is in drinks.
Hope you heal quickly, Meg, and that you get the stains out of your still-new Uggs. Yay for weathertreating, huh??
Ouch!