On Being a Klutz

I am a klutz.  That’s Yiddish for someone who is endlessly clumsy.  I have two left feet, and I’m right-handed.  I’m not sure why it’s so difficult for me to carry a cup of coffee, exit a car, walk forward, but I trip, I fall, I stumble, I spill (though I am surprisingly good at catching myself mid-stumble … thank you ballet … that I was not particularly good at … not that that should surprise anyone).  Mind you, this never ever stops me from drinking coffee, baking, planning, organizing, exercising, grabbing a quick bite to eat, talking on the phone, while simultaneously painting my nails … in heels, but the truth remains, I am a klutz.  Maybe it’s because I’m doing so many brilliant things at once.

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  1. I am a notorious klutz! My mom and husband tell me that I’ll need to be bedridden when I’m pregnant to avoid falls.

    • Lexi

      Too funny – mine tell me the same thing!! Klutzes unite!

  2. Nika

    This used to be me, but somehow I improved with age. Don’t ask for tips because I’m not sure how it happened lol

  3. Hey Lexi, I hope you had a great trip to NYC.

    Check out my sept 5th post where I shout you out as one of my fav blogs.

    Amber Genise

  4. HAAA! Me too…I’m a ditzy klutz…the worst kind!! I mean, if I could just look as cute as that pic, who cares right?? xoxo

    • Lexi

      My problem is, I usually DON’T look that cute! haha, though the heels help!

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