As a petite, I often learn the hard way that I am wearing the wrong size. One of my most memorable stories is the day the size 6 shoe dropped…literally…
I was a fresh college grad, eager to join the workforce and had just scored an interview at a large company, for which I was completely unqualified. I needed to dress to impress, but I was 22, and my closet was still suffering from “I-don’t-know-how-to-dress-myself-itis”. Luckily, I had one ugly black skirt that went to my knees, a stretchy button up blouse that I found in the juniors department, and had scored my first pair of adult looking pumps. Steve Madden black 3 inch closed toed pumps with pink stitching, in a size 6.
Uh, yeah, sure, I guess they fit. I mean, I didn’t really know because I’d never seen a pair of shoes smaller than a size 6 to try on before this point in my life. The heel slipped a bit, but I just slapped a few gigantic heel liners back there and everything was going to be just fine!
I went on my interview and after a traumatic questioning session, I got to go on a tour of the facility. Following behind an exceptionally quick walking tour guide, I began to sense something was wrong. My shoes, after a few hours of wear, had become…slippery…and my feet were holding on for dear life. I gingerly, but quickly clomped my way down hallways and through rooms, sweating very un-lady-like because I knew I was in the middle of a serious fashion crisis.
Then, as we walked (I clomped) through a particularly busy room, it happened. My foot swung out to take a step, and my shoe decided it was time to go. Flying across the room in front of me, it loudly landed, and then slid some distance underneath a desk. I turned bright red as I fished my shoe out from under the desk with my naked foot, and the “tour” ended shortly after that.
As I clomped back to my car, I pondered how I could not keep shoes on my feet, yet millions of other young professional women seemed to have no problems at all. Perhaps I was not a size 6 after all. Oh yeah, and I didn’t get the job.
I have since discovered myself to be a size 5, sometimes even a size 4.5 shoe. There have been no flying shoe incidents since.