pregnancy tests aren't such humbug, as it happens.

Not that I've ever suggested they were.

I should've known I wasn't pregnant, even though I was almost two weeks late; when returning my Xmas Uggs (in a sumptuous cognac, the quasi-knee-high ones, the almost-too-cozy ones that I ordered too large and then never bothered to return until Friday, and a day in late February is obviously not the time to be ordering up more dead-of-winter footwear, ... *soft sigh*), I tried to make myself go in the direction of the "sensible footwear" section.  It didn't work.  I padded over to a pair of shoes that were sort of more the exact opposite of sensible. 

So even though none of the other parts of me connected with my non-pregnant status, given the tardiness of my cycle, given the convincing I was doing from the top down: my laser-sharp shoe-sense knew.

The catalyst
 

Comments

[Mary]

Oh, I like these.
My feet would be so hideous in those, but they are divine.

[mamatulip]

I'd never be able to shove my fat, surfboard-style feet in those lovelies. And they are LOVELY, goddamn.

[dodo]

but see, if there had been a blue line, then you would have been super pregnant in high summer, and then no footwear on earth would make you comfortable xx

[the new girl]

Aw.
Your shoe sense is sharp. In every sense of the word.