I'm going to tell you a little story about a when the wolf actually comes to town.
It's a cold Saturday evening in February and its time to get ready my friend Ms Di birthday dinner in Covent Garden. The outfit is planned according to the chilled out dinner celebration and then I select my heels to complete the look. The heels in question are my 5in black KG courts with python heel. Simple but effective.
(don't you just love them)
At the time of my exit there are a few, and I mean few specs of London's kryptonite on the floor so I figured the heels are a suitable option. I was already running late by GMT standards, so to alter the shoes choice would mean I'd have to alter the whole outfit! The shoe choice was the start of my outfit and everything else was based around it. The time for such major outfit alternation decisions did not exist.
Ms Di was not too impressed with my time-keeping at this point, something she should have learned by now. I'm never on time, I MsChi-Viously arrive (apart from when it comes to my employment duties for all you future employers/partners out there...) Changing shoes would have been a whole other drama in itself. Not an option so time to think of a plan...
Take cab to tube station
Tube to Covent garden
Get to the restaurant
Enjoy my meal
And then reverse the journey home...simples!
As you can see from the picture above those shoes ain't made for walking. Taking a cab all the way is would have been costly (we are in a credit crunch people!) so I tried to meet somewhere in the middle to minimise walking time and financial costs. It was a great plan
Or so I thought...
I forgot to factor in London Transport
The meal was lovely. I got caught up in the enjoyment of good conversation and food to notice the flakes death calmly dropping from the sky. Imagine the shock I received when the road was blanketed in snow. Thank God Mr L was there to help walk me back to the station or else I would have been crawling back.
As you can tell the plan didn't work in reverse. London Transport saw to that. The Victoria line was closed that weekend for works (typical) which meant my route was via the Central line. I jumped on the overly packed Monday morning-like train to get back to Holborn and 'lo and behold the central line refused to work when I arrived...Great! So i'm thinking the plan can still be salvaged if i get on the Jubilee line to Stratford, which means making my way back to Green Park. Again London Transport thwarted my advance. The Jubilee was suspended by the time I arrived. It was such a comedy of errors. What did they want me to do...walk!?!?!? This meant my only option was to now is to get the bus.
Two and a half hours of slow moving traffic, swerving buses and near misses later I get home. Why didn't you just take a taxi you say. I tried! I got to the taxi office in Dalston and they said no more taxis. I had to jump back on the bus again all the way home. I managed to get near my house as the bus refused to go any further, to one of my local taxi offices. The walk there was one of the scariest I have ever experienced in my life. Crouched over taking baby steps like the elderly passers by watched as I tackled the journey. The fear of falling and seriously hurting myself plagued every step. No one felt sympathy enough to assist me in my plight. What has happened to society today? The sense of wanting to help your fellow man (woman) in need?
Well I guess when they realised I wasn't old their thoughts changed to 'this chick is crazy! Heels in snow?' Some even had the cheek to secretly laugh at my predicament. To be honest, I would have done the same but if the shoes were fabulous I would have understood.
As I made it into the taxi office, drivers were walking out saying they were done for the night. One guy commented "I've been hit twice already and Mo's car has broken down near Woodford! I'm going home". I froze. I was so close to my house it was ridiculous. I felt like a hungry person getting to Nando's and being told they have run out of chicken!!
One of the drivers must have noticed the panic on my face.
"Where are you going to?" he said
"Just down the road" I said
"Seeing as it's on my way home, I'll take you"
I couldn't believe it. I could have kissed him I was so happy. Then the cheeky so and so said it would be double fare and my smile left. To be honest I didn't really care. I was going to make it home in one piece in my fab shoes and no injuries. Would I go through that again? I can't say never. Its the crazy things you do to look good but I definitely have SNOW REGRETS....
Until next time
Stay MsChi-Vious...
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