Moronic behavior.

We had a Mother's Day Tea Party at school today and I wanted to look nice. It was also the final program of our school year and the first time many of the adults in connection with our school would hear me sing. I was nervous and felt like a little primping would go a long way for my confidence level.

Wrongo.


I wish I could find my camera and take a picture of the shoes (i.e. torture devices) I wore all day. They might as well have been stilts.

I, the girl with undeniable cankles, have been led to believe that the contour (or lack of contour) of one's legs can be optically altered by wearing very high heels.
I am not sure as to the scientific validity of this theory, but I was desperate to appear sleek and ankly and less stubby and cankly. So I was lured by the bright orange/red Target clearance tag and purchased these stilts er... stilettos.

OUCH!
I will say that the sight of me hobbling around with a guitar and a half-hearted smile trying to conceal excruciating foot pain probably distracted the audience from my cankles.

Mission accomplished.