Yesterday I got into a little predicament. My husband was taking me out to dinner, and I was trying to decide what to wear; of course I always mold my outfits around my shoes.

Here’s where I came to my problem: I couldn’t decide between the tall, 4 1/2 inch black pumps or the more conservative maroon Steve Madden’s, which are not near as fun…or dangerous.

Although I love them, I will have to wait this time!

So I tried on my black ones because I was feeling a little feisty. But when I stood next to my guy I was just a tad taller. And a tad wobblier. And I wasn’t even drinking yet!

Sometimes the mood, and evening, calls for the obnoxious, party-girl heels, and sometimes it doesn’t. Lesson learned.