For those of you who don’t know me that well — I’m a klutz. If “Most Likely To Die By Tripping Over Her Own Feet” had been a superlative in high school, I would have gotten it, hands down. I’ve broken bones, torn ligaments, and have gotten quite a few burns and cuts. Coordination and grace aren’t adjectives that anyone would ever use when talking about me, unless they were being sarcastic.
If you’re a clumsy person or live with someone who is, then you know that we tend to have quite the collection of injury-related materials. Some people like to collect coins or fancy handbags, and then there are people like me who can break out the Wrist Brace collection from the Fall 2010 line or a Knee Brace ensemble from 2013. And we can always accessorize with a nice pair of crutches or cold packs, or, if we’re getting really fancy, throw on that orthopedic boot. (In all seriousness, I probably have more injury related items than I have jewelry.)
My clumsiness has not escaped my son. When he was in kindergarten, he wrapped up some items he found around the house as gifts to give his dad and me, for no reason other than to be his sweet little self.
Here’s how that went:
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t use it again.
Are you steady on your feet or are you a walking disaster like me?