I Broke My Shoe

Today has been a crazy busy one. I went on a wild goose chase for kitenge (African wax print fabric.) Well normally this isn't a hard task, but this week our market changed locations. So I first went to the new market where they are still constructing stalls, there was little to no selection. Which is daunting after making numerous visits to the same stalls only to confirm there wasn't anything there to begin with. Then I decided to try going to the old market two blocks directly up the hill. Well, that's when I tripped. Ha. Little miss graceful here stumbled and in the over correction of my steps broke the back strap on my sandal. FAIL. But I'm still walking uphill. When I get to the old market, where they are tearing everything down, I find two stalls that have kitenge. Unfortunately it was ugly. I know, I know, beggars can't be choosers, but I'm the designer and it was ugly. A few steps back and we're at the beginning. That's when my left foot fell into murky market puddle. This isn't nice clean afternoon rain puddle, but a dark brown stagnant disease infested pool. I'm still a bit concerned that my foot might in fact fall off. At any moment. Seriously.
At this point, I decided enough was enough. I hopped a boda, stopped by Bata (Ugandan shoe store,) picked up a new pair of sandals (brown because the dust/mud stains everything brown/orange anyway) and came home. Here's hoping tomorrow brings better luck.

New sandals. Yes, I did in fact buy them just for the fake gemstones.

Cheers and much love!