Homeless Chic

My sense of style has often been described as 'homeless chic.' I'm actually pretty sure I coined that term. It usually refers to 'one who wears clothes that are comfortable, and often over-sized, but attempts to make them look semi normal by adding neon accessories.' But today I may have created a whole new meaning to the term 'homeless chic.'

So I was walking home from work at an exceptionally late hour when all of a sudden, one of the straps on my sandals snapped. Instead of panicking I kind of just stood in the middle of the street, a mile away from home, and started laughing. Obviously this had to happen to me.

And what exactly are you supposed to do when you are in the middle of the street left without a shoe? You casually take the other shoe off, you continue walking and then you call a friend so you don't look like a complete homeless person walking barefoot through the glass-filled streets of Brooklyn. Because at last if you are on the phone you can laugh at yourself, and then maybe those witnessing your wardrobe malfunction will laugh too instead of making fun of the crazy lady walking barefoot.

It was only when I got a few concerned stares that I started pretending to limp, as if I had removed my shoes because of a blister at the bottom of my foot. But on I trudged. Through the weird looks, over the rocks and glass, occasionally pretending to limp, with my shoes in hand all the way home.

And yes, I could have called a cab and avoided this all together, but I wasn't sure the cab driver would be down to letting a barefoot, homeless looking girl into his cab.

My fashion sense from now on will probably be more along the lines of 'homeless-not-so-chic.'