Fashion Carnage.

The images below chronicle the sad, sad tale of some serious lessons learned on my part.

I leant these gorgeous (not to mention SO goddamn comfortable) babies out to a close friend.

We were all going out in Montreal, and she had no heels.

Being the fashion lover I am, I INSISTED that she wear something 4 inches...

Looked through my luggage, and offered to lend her these.

Now, not only are these beautiful just because, they had sentimental value, too.

I bought them specifically for my mom's wedding to my step-dad last August.

I LOVED these shoes.

After their purchase, I found myself leaping at any opportunity to wear them...

Leaving many other great shoes untouched for months.

So, this fateful night, my lovely little friend found herself in a hospital bed.

She was fine... a little too drunk, but fine.

Not so fine - the shoes weren't going to recover.

Now I have big plans to get them re-soled and to have something done to fix those heels,

But the pain of having my precious MK's out of commission for the summer...

Well... it resides deep within my heart.

An ache for a close friend.

My zippered BFF.

Here is the damage done: