I frequently toss around the cliche; I am waiting for my other shoe to drop.
A couple of weeks ago, as I rose from my dining room chair, my right foot chose to collapse and smack the ground instead of holding up my body. When I tried to stand up and make sense of what had happened, I realized I was dropping another shoe.

Seconds after a non-elegant flop lands me on top of our Saltillo Tiles; I wonder how my two-and-a-half-inch wedge shoe would break? As I stumble to rise, I am confused. My go-to black wedges look fine; I question if it is my right foot and not my shoe that is the reason for my fall.