So many blog-worthy things have been happening lately. In upcoming days I'll update you on The Torturer and his cult of women
stalkers groupies. Also, I have a story about a Money Town man I encountered this week. Hmmm … there's also a few gossipy tidbits about one of the Real Housewives. I don't know if you'd be interested in that?
In any case, today I want to tell you about this picture.
Yes, that's my foot. It's Super Glued right into a pair of my favorite sandals.
Oh, yes it is!
The situation is very understandable once you hear what happened.
I absolutely love these sandals. I've had them for three years, I think. I wear them more than any other pair of shoes (almost daily!) because I can just slip into them and go. They have a low, but kind of sexy heal. What you see in the picture is really all there is to them. They are soooo comfortable. The heels wore completely off of them once. I took them to a shoe repair shop immediately because I can't bear to be without these shoes.
The other thing I love about these sandals is they are perfect for PT. If I have to get down on a mat for floor exercises I can just kick them off into a corner in two seconds flat. Then I can slip right back into them until I have to kick them off for some other torture machine. If I'm frustrated with The Torturer I can easily throw these shoes at him with just my left arm. Easy, comfortable, lightweight enough to throw, what else could a girl possibly want?
So, it was much to my dismay and horror when I realized two days ago that some of the rhinestones were falling off. Now, there's no question these shoes are long past overdue for the trash, but noooooooooo! I couldn't bear the thought. The rhinestones are sewn together in a strand so it wasn't as if one stone fell off. No, an entire slew of them dangled off.
I suppose I could have taken them back into the same shoe repair shop I'd been to before.
Instead, the next time I was out running errands I picked up a bottle of Super Glue. Then yesterday, I was waiting around the house for various repair and delivery men. The men weren't showing up (of course not!) so I decided to work on repairing my shoe while I waited.
I had no sooner put a big glob of super glue on my shoe when the doorbell rang. Without thinking (obviously!) I slipped my foot into my shoe and ran to answer the door.
Just for the record, I was fully clothed at the time.
The next few hours were chaotic. Two men were at work in my family room attempting to mount our TV to the wall. (FAIL! They have to come back sometime soon with a different type of mount.) At the same time they were working and chatting my ears off, the doorbell rang again. Two more men showed up to deliver some furniture I've been waiting on for my dining room. One of the pieces (a buffet) is large and heavy. They wanted my help telling them where to position it.
I ran back and forth between our dining room and our family room until eventually all the men left. Then I jumped into my car to run some errands. I drive barefoot most of the time. I kicked off my shoes. Only one shoe came off. Puzzled I glanced down at my foot as I tried, again, to kick off my sandal. Then, suddenly, I realized my shoe was glued to my foot.
Fast forward about nine hours. I was having visions of sleeping with one sandal on. I wondered how hard the ER nurses would laugh if I showed up at the hospital requesting removal of a sandal. Or perhaps it would be a better idea to call the fire department? Firemen are always cute and they deal with all sorts of oddities every day. Maybe I could get one of them to
give me a foot massage remove my shoe from my foot?
Can you picture that call?
"I need help!"
"What's wrong ma'am?"
"I glued my foot into my shoe!"
I thought about soaking my foot in water, but the water would ruin my favorite sandals.
Do you know there's a warning on the Super Glue bottle? It says it's important to avoid contact with skin.
I tried prying my sandal off with a can opener. Oh, stop laughing …! I poked a pencil and a paperclip along the edge trying to loosen the glue. In fact, I think I tried using just about everything imaginable to get that shoe off. (The handle of a spoon, a nail file, an old memory card from my camera, etc., etc.)
Finally! Finally, I got it off, but not in a manner I would recommend to anyone. I used an exacto knife (basically a razor blade) to cut my sandal off. The glue was thick enough that I was able to run the knife along the edge of my shoe strap (without cutting the shoe) and remove it. I was left with some glue on the shoe and some glue left on my foot.
The excess glue on my sandal strap was fairly easy to remove with the exacto knife once it was no longer attached to my foot. The glue on my foot hasn't been nearly as easy to remove. I did manage to get a lot of it off, but I have a feeling I'll have glue remnants of my foot for weeks to come.