Achem, I beg your pardon?
Before I have time to decide what java fix I'd like to order my barista asks me a very personal question. "Woah, so how tall are you without those 5'1?"
First of all, I'm 5'4'', and secondly did his mother not teach him any manners? I mean isn't height only supposed to be on your license or medical records. Total rudeness, but I easily forgave him when he complimented my clogs.
I'd be lying if I said that was the only feedback I've gotten from trotting around in these stilts, and I'm loving every bit of them....
"Those look like Peewee Herman's shoes."
"Those shoes will hurt your back."
"Those mean serious business."
These stilts are my fav and I can't seem to take them off, they were a present from my Mama. Thank you Mama!!