RIP

So as I was walking, well strutting (the kind of walking that occurs after a few late dinner cocktails), to a bar called Antarctica last night when the most New York thing of my life happened. My heel BROKE off my Steve Madden Gladiator heels. BROKE. Thankfully I was being the resourceful New Yorker and had flats in my bag but I never realized how much I was actually "pounding the pavement" so to speak until my footwear became non-existent. So here's to you Gladiator heels, you did me proud, may you rest in peace. 

xoxo

P.S. Thank goodness I was planning a little trip to the Brooklyn Century 21 today...