Yesterday when I talked about my shopping trip to several boutiques & the mall on Saturday I neglected to mention that my hunt for the perfect rehearsal dinner dress was cut short. Why was it cut short you ask? Well, I’m a klutz.
At brunch with all those lovely ladies I had a cup of coffee, a double mimosa (it’s cheaper that way…), and a glass of water. By the time I got to the mall I need to visit the little ladies room. So, after a quick in Sephora I walked down to the ladies room. Now, we have a pretty nice mall & the bathrooms are nice too. They have marble floors & real wood doors. They don’t have the standard metal partition.
So, I stroll down the marble hallway in my jack rogers & turn the corner to the hallway with the stalls. It was there that things went south. There was some water (I hope) on the floor. I slipped on this water & flew face first into the wooden door jam.
I was shaken & basically knocked out. That thing happened where everything goes black & then yellow. I shut myself in the stall out of embarrassment, but luckily no one saw me. After that “backout” sensation went away the tears started flowing from the pain. My face was throbbing & my ankle was twisted. After a few minutes I collected myself & went to wash my hands. I had a huge goose egg on my forehead.
The rest of the afternoon is a blur. I realized when I was walking in circles at Anthropologie (a store I NEVER go in) that I needed to get out of the mall. I knew my mom was at her office which is around the corner so I drove over there. After some ice on my forehead & sitting a few minutes I felt well enough to go home.
That was Saturday & today is Tuesday. My ankle is still swollen, the goose egg is still there, but now it is black & blue, and it still hurts my jaw to chew.
The funny thing about this whole (way too long) story is that this type of thing happens to me ALL THE TIME. No one has ever nicknamed me Grace.