In memory of my cute white wedges.

"When nothing goes right, go left"

It would make much more sense if I told you that I am just one of those people lacking the "lucky" spark.  I mean, it would be so much easier if I put it out there and admitted that I, Renata, have bad luck.  However, someone once told me about the power of words and how you shouldn't put negative things out in the universe, yada, yada, blah, blah.  Dude, okay, I get it.  You shouldn't be a negative Nancy who always says you are a bad luck Betty.  I mean no one wants to be invited to a pity party.  So, in tune with being "positive" and looking for the "silver lining" I am just going to say that I have the strangest.weirdest.almost.bad.luck ever.  Like, ever.  For real.  

Yesterday was Friday, right?  Yeah, Friday.  Well, yesterday morning, I stood in my closet and contemplated which sandal I should wear to work.  I opted for the pretty white wedges that I had not worn for years (shoe hoarder? maybe).  Those wedges made my outfit.  They were the bomb diggity.  I felt good.  I felt confident.  Man, those wedges were going to turn heads.  I sat in my car and turned on my radio.  As soon as I heard Three 6 Mafia's song "Stay Fly" from 2005 I just knew.  Dude, IT WAS GOING TO BE A GOOD DAY.  Apparently, the universe had other plans.

On my lunch hour I decided to eat at Whole Foods.  It's kinda my spot, my thang, whatever.  And, it so happens to be in the very same plaza as Jamba Juice.  Score, score, score.  As soon as the temperature spikes my taste buds crave all that is cold, smoothies are my go to.  So, I ate my beef teriyaki lunch and walked my cute white wedges over to Jamba Juice.  I put away my phone and decided to really BE in the MOMENT.  The day was beautiful.  I felt good.  I ordered my banana berry smoothie and walked out into the sunshine.  Then it happened.  I took ten steps and my cute white wedges died.  DIED!  I looked down and wailed, "NOOOOOOOO!!".  It was too late for resuscitation.  They-just-died.  Approximately 7.5 seconds later I regained my composure.  I thought, "Shit, I just took out my extra pair of shoes from my car last week".  Clearly I could not go back to work with only one wedge.  The pimp limp may work for Fifty Cent, but, for me?  Not so much.  What in the world was I going to do.  I mean, really, what the eff'.  UNIVERSE YOU SUCK!  

Then I saw it.  In all its glory stood "Nordstrom Rack".  The universe doesn't hate me!  It just wants me to buy new flip flops, duh!  So, I limped my way through the store looking for the flip flop section.  Obviously I was in no mood to look for a new pair of wedges (my heart was still aching) so, a pair of flip flops it was.  Not any flip flops, mind you.  But, my FAVORITE!  Havaianas are the way to my sweet heart.  I love them so.  So, I grabbed a pair and took off.  They aren't my cute white wedges, but, they will do.  

The best part of the story?  I had an audience the entire time.  Somehow, when the weird luck bug pinches me in the booty I am never alone.  So, to all of you Floridians that witnessed a distressed young woman holding two heavy bags limping in search of a replacement pair of shoes, you are welcome =)

I mean it wouldn't be so bad if this had been the ONLY time this has happened.  Which it wasn't (my shoe broke while I was in school in the 6th grade) and it probably will not be the last.  Eh, what can ya do...

Happy Saturday!

xoxo