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Hi, I've been following this forum for more than 8 years, but only now have I decided to also share my life story in high heels. Heels have fascinated me since childhood. I remember taking my grandmother's heels and playing in them. Then, at the beginning of puberty, I would take my mom's wedding heels and secretly walk in them when no one was at home. A little later, I even started making them myself out of wood (wedges), leather, etc. After that, I would secretly wear them at home—until my mom found out, and she didn't like it at all. She was afraid I might be gay, but I tried to explain to her that even though I liked wearing heels, it had nothing to do with my sexuality. When I was about 18, I finally gathered the courage to buy my first pair of heels. I remember telling the saleswoman they were for a graduation ball, as a kind of joke—but in reality, they were for me. Later, when I got my own payment card, I started ordering shoes online. My mom knew about my interest (although she didn't really approve), but no one else did. At that time, I started going for walks in heels in a nearby forest. I was always unbelievably embarrassed whenever I happened to meet someone. At 21, I met my girlfriend. Just three months into our relationship, I confessed my love for heels to her. I knew she needed to know as early as possible, because if she wanted to stay with me, it would inevitably become part of her life too. At first, she didn't understand the importance of heels in my life. Once she started to realize it, it shook our relationship a bit. But she decided to accept me as I am and try to get used to it. Around that time, I also decided to take my passion public. I started wearing high ankle boots with heels every day to university, and I told my extended family and friends as well. Nobody had a problem with it—on the contrary, it was mostly met with admiration (except my mother, who even after all these years still doesn't like it). Gradually, I replaced all my winter footwear with high-heeled ankle boots (I find pumps too extravagant for summer). My girlfriend eventually got used to it too, and even discovered some other advantages of heels in our sex life. Now I'm 27, I work as a hardware developer, and I go to work every day in heels. At home, I usually wear my Pleaser Sultry boots, and as far as heels are concerned, I'm living the life I've always dreamed of. That's my story in heels. Thanks for your attention.

I can recommend to try out these styles, that's what I love so much about heels - the variety! I think it's best if you start with pumps as they're generally easier than sandals. In difficulty I'd say they're close to boots, the only downside is the missing ankle support. The biggest difference is in comfort. Pumps must have a very tight fit, which isn't necessary to the same degree in boots. But don't worry, pumps can still be comfortable once they're worn in. Many of my everyday shoes are pumps, so no big deal 🙂

I can definitely see that trend in my environment. Almost everybody is choosing flats, even for dressier occasions. I don't mind. I'm old enough to know what I want and will do that regardless of current trends.

Ah, so you basically grew up in boots 🙂 How du you deal with summer temperatures and boots (or don't you have hot summers at all?) Please don't feel dispirited! You're doing fine by even wearing your 12 cm heels at home this often. It's just easier for me because I'm used to this height for more than a decade already. One day you'll be wearing them and they'll feel like your 10 or 11 cm boots do now 🙂

I think many of us just want to skip the slower progression of heeling progress and jump right into 4-5" stilettos! I surely did, and suffered all the usual pains and emotional set backs. Right now, I spend alot of time in my 3" block heeled ankle boots, which I feel keeps my muscles somewhat stretched in the right fashion....So, when I am lucky enough to be able to wear my stiletto boots, there is little or no pain/discomfort/lack of skill. I hear ya for sure, wearing my boots is a bit of a "double edge sword". I don't want to be to "over the top" drawing too much attention (perhaps negative attention). But, at the same time, I really do want others to notice, and approve. Sure, one of the benefits of my advanced age is not caring about what others think, to some degree. But, there is still a part of me that wants other to approve, perhaps be a bit envious..

I made a definite choice this morning to train towards my goal, I walked 3 km in these 11.75 cm heels. By the time you adjust the steepness for my size 40, probably somewhere in the neighborhood of 11 cm, or slightly less. I can't be troubled to do the math at the moment. I will post more about this on another thread soon, but I rarely take purposeful walks in stilettos. These are an exception, because I wanted to test the durability of heel tips on stiletto heels, and these are the shoes I designated for the purpose. For whatever reason, these mules are super easy to walk in, but I will not tell a lie, after 3 km, I am one tired puppy. It was one of those deals where I got into the walk, and decided that I was feeling pretty good, why not go a little farther than I had planned? I don't regret it, but it definitely wore me out.

I think high heels make a poignant point by themselves, with a lady, but even more so upon a man. But that being said, I think when an outfit matches the heels not only in color, but also style, it often becomes not a match that can be easily stated, but someone just knows, together that works. Your post on 08/18 kind of proves what I am saying. You just look put together in that photo, but it is the totality of it @mlroseplant

I’m still plugging away in my challenge heels, although only in the boat - I’ve counted the steps. I can do about 20 each way - steps being somewhat shorter in 12cm stilettos than in hiking boots! It’s good practice. The towpath is a quagmire - definitely not suitable for heels! That said it’s quite cosy inside, listening to the fierce autumn storm raging outside, torrential rain lashing the windows and 50mph gusts. Snug in here, in my heels and jeans and jumper …

That's a great story @mlroseplant. I can picture the scene and imagine the circumstances - and the discomfort. I have a standing in heels story too - a couple of them actually. Like yours mine occurred when I was first trying out high heels. I'd always fancied heels and wished it were open to me to give them a try without it being turned into some big deal. When at last I summoned the nerve, I bought myself a pair of very elegant knee boots with 10cm heels - fashion classics, the very sort of boots I'd secretly always wanted and wished I dared to by. All well and good. They arrived and they were perfect. Nicely made, soft leather, perfect fit. I'd gone with boots as my f=gateway into heels mainly because I like boots but also because they seemed the sensible choice - if sensible is ever a word you can use to describe stilettos. In all the how-to-walk-in-heels articles and blog posts I'd read ahead of time, beginners were advised to start low and chunky and work their way up. Somehow I thought that didn't include me, but to be on the safe side I figured to get something at offered decent support. I wanted to succeed at this not end up in A&E with a twisted ankle and a dumb backstory. So boots it was. By all accounts they were easier to walk in. After sitting for a few thoughtful moments, admiring my new high heels and marvelling at my daring for having bought them, I stood up!. Wow. Aside from the giddy rush of finally being in heels, my calf muscles clenched up like I'd done a thousand toe raises at the gym non-stop. That was a surprise. Until that moment it had never even occurred to me that I might lack the muscle tone to wear heels. How could that be? I'm a cyclist. I ride a couple thousand miles a year and live in a hilly town. But taking up high heels was like taking up a new sport, one that not only requires a new skill set but uses your muscles in a whole new way as well. It was my first proper glimpse into the world of high heels. I didn't quit or give up but I look things more sensibly after that. A couple of days later, I managed to eat my lunch standing by the counter in my stiletto boots and felt quite chuffed at my progress. Outside a neighbour went by walking her dog. She saw me in the window, smiled and waved. I smiled and waved back, blushing a bit and wondering if she'd noticed I was several inches taller. A part of me hoped she had.

Kind of a funny story about high heels and cooking, though I admit compared to other people's stories on here, this is quite mild. But in making a new kitchen for my wife, she wanted a spot that was a bit lower than the rest of the counters so that in having a marble top, she could toss flour on it and have a place where she could roll out pie crusts and cookies. I was fine with that except there was no good place to put one, and even if I did, it would be a place dedicated to just that. It did not make sense in such a small kitchen. But what she did instead was, keep a pair of her high heeled shoes in the cabinet underneath. When she needed to roll dough, she would slip them on and really be taller that way she could press down from above more and make rolling out dough easier for her. She got a lot of grief for this, but it really worked well for her and did not tie up her kitchen by having a countertop lower in one spot for something she only did a few times a month. The high heels worked perfect for rolling out dough.

When I started to wear knee high, I would hide them under my jeans. Now it skinny jeans and the knee highs on the outside. When you wear with confidence, embarrassment is not an option. And when you wear those boots with leather pants, your confidence is off the chart.

Nope! Its like saying you want a sensible pair of stilettos

And that is the real shame because it becomes so circular. People not used to wearing heels; lets say at a wedding venue or something, wear them. Their feet hurt because they are super cheap in quality, so they swear off wearing high heels. Then because they do, there are few future sales, and what few sales there are will based on price. No one is going to buy really expensive, high-quality heels for a one-time-only event, so soon it is just accepted that wearing high heels is painful. Around and around it goes causing less and less people to wear high heels.

Thanks! Like you, I love the astonishing variety one can find in heels - even just within the category of boots! Colours, shapes, styles and heights. I've been looking at pumps, even thinking of being daring and picking out a pair in some pastel shade. Also trying to make up my mind - do I go for 10cm or do like what you did with your Hot Chicks and buy 12cm for the sheer elegance and worry about how the hell I walk in them later?

Hopefully that won't happen! I think there will always be a demand for stilettos - the worry is only the real cheap and nasty or the really expensive will continue to make them, with very slim pickings in that mid-range price and quality bracket

The same here in Germany. Close to citys like Munich I see them a bit more, but only chunky lower heels. Especially now in autumn/winter they become more. Stilettos are very rare. I'm happy that they are still sold, not that if it goes on that way they'll even stop selling them because there's no market 😅

Yes! Here in England, even in London, one seldom sees stilettos out and about. You're more likely to see them up north in Manchester, Leeds or York, but even so, not many. Knee boots with chunky 7-8cm heels are relatively common - although nowhere near as common as trainers - but stilettos or tall slender heels of 10cm and above are rare.

I agree with @pebblesf . Intrigue arises when we cannot deduce the two most difficult questions of life: why’s and how come’s. A man wearing high heels answers the question very simply: because I want to, and I do not really care what other people think of me. Living today in a culture where social media posts would lead you to believe everything is just ideal in a person’s life… then two weeks later they announce they are getting a divorce… you just realize, people are really only being fake. They know it, so people everywhere are teeming with imposter syndrome. A pair of high heels worn by an unapologetic man might as well be a mirror because it reflects what is in the viewers heart. They may, or may not want to wear high heels, but the real truth is they really wish they did not care what other people think about them. The mirror image the high heels reflect back to them? They do care what people think of them and that contrast is overwhelmingly defeating. The intrigue? Why @mlroseplant does not care about other people's opinions, and yet they do. That causes introspection.

I’ve never worn pumps or sandals - I have to admit now that I am practicing so much in my 12cm boots, and hearing about you, @higherheels and @mlroseplant in your sandals and pumps and Hot Chicks I’ve become kind of curious to try lofty stilettos in these styles as well! I’ve even been looking at a few 12cm styles … I expect I'll find them a bit more challenging than boots, less ankle support for one thing, but I am kind of fascinated by the additional challenge ...

In such a climate I can also imagine wearing boots all year. In Germany the summers mostly aren't that hot, so it would somehow also be possible to wear boots all year - but when should I wear my sandals, wedges etc. then? 😉 Yes, 12 cm stilettos definitely are timeless classics, I love them so much. Doesn't matter if boots or pumps. I realize that even though I'm actually practicing in the 13 cm Hot Chicks, I'm also really looking forward to the benefits I can get in 12 cm heels. It would be so nice to wear them for some shorter trips maybe.

Yes! I grew up in boots! Hot summers aren’t a thing over here in Britain - 25°C is considered a hot summer day. But I used to wear hiking boots as a regular thing even when I lived for many years in Australia and I’ve often worn them on assignments in the tropics. (Knee boots not so much!) I guess hot weather just doesn’t bother me much. I still love proper boot season when I can bring out my more fashionable tall boots Thank you for the encouragement. I really love the lines and imperious elegance of 12cm stilettos and would love to be able to walk effortlessly in them. Our little high heel support club has been so helpful. Im starting to imagine it now

Indeed very supportive from your girlfriend, that's a good thing.

Well, that’s her. Fair enough. It may be the present trend, it may not be. There is nothing in that first person account, other than the title, to suggest that her experience is universal nor is her experience or story telling very compelling. It sounds like she got bored with heels and moved on - something that’s a matter of interest primarily to herself

That’s nice that she’s supportive even while not wearing heels herself

Unfortunately, my girlfriend doesn’t wear heels — she’s shy and doesn’t like to draw attention to herself. But at the same time, she says that everyone should wear whatever they want.

I love boot season - although to be honest boot season for me extends year round. I’ve always preferred boots to shoes, ever since my childhood, growing up in the mountains. I much preferred the solitude of the mountains to my classmates in school and my hiking boots were a way of distinguishing myself from them and their natty street and town shoes. I’ve kept this bias all through adult life and have been fortunate enough to have a career that has allowed me to pretty much live in hiking boots or engineering boots. I’m the guy magazine editors send to the South Pole or Papua New Guinea, not the one they send to cover finance or politics! I’ve always envied the really cool selection of boot styles open to women and so when I finally decided to try wearing heels, it was always going to be boots. Aside from my stiletto knee boots, I’ve several pair of chunky heeled boots and a few pair of sturdy soled low heeled knee boots which I can and do wear daily along the towpath. I’ve become known for it. Hearing you describe your 12cm stiletto knee boots as easy and comfortable (compared to your Hot Chicks, admittedly) is both inspiring and dispiriting. I am so far from finding my 12cm boots easy and comfortable. On the bright side though, practicing in them has made my 10cm stilettos feel easy and comfortable! Thanks for the encouragement on walking in stilettos. I shall get myself a supply of heel tips and be a little more daring

I present my Church OOTW for October 5. I was going to wear these giant Michael Kors Oksana sandals with bootcut khaki pants, but I had forgotten that I bought these sort of camel colored jeans, and I thought, "why not show off my big high heels for a change?" The only one who remarked was my mother, who also thought they were giant. At 5 1/2" (14 cm) with a 1" (2.5 cm) platform, they're pretty steep, too, for a non-designer shoe. I had a little chat with the woman who occasionally sends me shoe/foot pictures (mentioned above, somewhere). She was wearing cute little red wedges with a pencil skirt. She only shook her head and said, "I can't compete with that!" I said that I didn't know it was a competition. I'll probably see her tonight at my book club, and I'll be wearing heels. She won't. Different Shoe Worldviews entirely.

Wear the 'over-the-top' heels with an 'over-the-top' top and they only notice the top.

Wow @mlroseplant that is truly impressive! I’m impressed with the durability of the heels too! That’s one of the things I worry about in terms of “real world” walking in stilettos. I’m acutely conscious of the slenderness and possible fragility of my stiletto heels and worry about breaking them. I have no reason to suspect the quality of my heels, none at all, but nevertheless I look at their needle thin slenderness and I worry. walking three kilometres in them is a serious accomplishment! Well done. With you going on such long strolls, and @higherheels walking hundreds of metres in 13cm Hot Chicks, I feel like I’m very much bringing up the rear.

I am almost certain that if my wife did not already like wearing high heels, I would wear them. I just really like how people look in them. And it is historical as well. While I would NEVER try to compare myself to @mlroseplant as I am not him, if I did wear high heels that is who I would most be like. We are in a strange situation here. Island life is so unique that it has to be lived to understand and never explained. It is just so different what living on an island is like; from the difference in crime, to just how people talk, walk and drive. It is so different. I dislike talking about same-gender relationships but for some crazy reason island life brings that out it seems. It is crazy how prevalent it is here, and this is a working-waterfront. So, islanders as a whole are very agreeable people despite being pure fishermen thru and thru. But I am not sure my wife would understand. Maybe because it would take away from "her thing" or maybe just because she is introverted so deeply, but I doubt she would like it.

Yes, heels are part of an overall look, which is one of the reasons I don’t care for exaggerated or extreme styles. It creates an unbalance, overemphasising the heels. They are a style element, and a fun one, that should suit the rest of your look and add to the whole.

I had a minor setback last week--I injured my back to the point that it was difficult to do ordinary things. Luckily, I got over it pretty quickly, and am back at heeling (and working), but it was rather concerning there for a couple of days. I have decided to come at this gradually, so I've been wearing slightly higher than usual heels on my walks lately. Some of this involves shoes that I haven't traditionally worn for my walks. As a result, one of them got me yesterday. Put a blister on my right third toe. Another note for the files to make sure to wear a Bandaid on that toe before stepping out.

Welcome from far away in the USA!

Welcome to the forum! And greetings from England! How wonderful that you have found your nerve and are wearing your heels. were quite a friendly welcoming community here - and I’m sure we’ll all look forward to hearing more about you and your life and styles.

Hi and welcome from your neighbouring country Germany! Great to see that you wear your heels now as you always wanted to 🙂 Do you and your girlfriend wear heels together or is it just you?

I am sure this topic has been discussed ad nauseum and "resolved" long before it was known that the moon was not made of green cheese. A situation regarding my wearing of heels has surfaced within my family and I came to the realization that the confidence I have gained from doing so has spilled into other areas of my life. Allow me to explain. I have younger brother who is deeply conservative on all matters and he informed me (indirectly) that his eldest daughter (20.5 YOA) had tickets to hear Charlie Kirk speak when he was scheduled to on her university campus. He was murdered, however, before the event at my niece's campus occurred. Needless to say, I sent a carefully worded response about the true nature of Kirk's rhetoric towards the transgender community to my brother and noted that I strongly disagreed with Kirk's positions. The response I received was a profanity filled diatribe about how the transgender community is trying to force their agenda on everyone...blah, blah, blah. Also, it was apparent from his choice of words, that, in general, men wearing heels was somehow wrong because it is not in line with his worldly view. I did not dignify his response with my own response, but not to be arrogant and respect for the fact that my brother is in poor health, both mentally and physically, as an investigator for 20+ years, I could have driven a truck through the holes in his response. My line of belief on this, couple with other recent posts I have offered, made me realize that the confidence I have gained from wearing heels has spilled into other areas of my life. I am much more confident about my work, my decisions, and, just wearing tall heels (4"+) in public and not giving a da(r)n about what anyone thinks or feels about it. For the most part, I have received so many compliments from (mostly) women in my office who love my style and color choices. Most of the men do not care but I still have great conversations with them even if I am wearing a mini skirt. This made me realize that if I can tell a family member "I do not give a (long string of expletives not included) about whether a man wearing heels fits in with your narrow minded worldly view" then what is to stop my confidence from continuing on an upward climb? I realize that over confidence can easily become arrogance and want to avoid going down that road. I guess what I am trying to say is that, I will be more than happy to tell my brother that if he can not accept the fact that I wear heels, then that's too bad. I am going to do so because I like and encourage every man I see to do so the same.

Well they finally came. Great heel, loved the color, BUT they were slightly too tight at the toe box. The problem is that they are pointed toe heels and my feet aren't. I could get my my foot in, but it was just too tight and since they are synthetic I didn't think it would stretch. I had got these for many reason. I love the color. I now have several in this color range. I want a boot that I could wear when it rained. I have no desire to damage my leather or suede heels, so being synthetic was a plus. I wanted a slouch style bootie, and I have been looking for some time. This also had a feature, a full length zipper, that I wanted. And the heel was decent as well. The search goes on .........................

I think there have been definite benefits to wearing heels that have spilled beyond improved fashion sense. I think I'm a much better foreman, a better husband, and a more focused person in general than I was 15 years ago. Whether one can attribute any of this to wearing heels as opposed to simply getting older is another question entirely.

You all know I go everywhere to heel, Its Monday night and its time to go out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here is the OOTN!

Balance I’ve always been good at. Never a problem - well, except for when the boat is on a slight, almost imperceptible list which you don’t notice until you start walking. Otherwise, balancing in heels was fairly easy for me. It reminded me of being in ice skates. It was the calf muscles that got me, having them quiver and cramp up fairly quickly, almost immediately in fact the first time I stood up in 12cm heels. i would love to experiment with a 300 to 400 metre walk in my 12cm boots to see how I’d turn up - something I definitely must do!

Yes, it is funny how our paths are so similar despite our differences in lives and countries and jobs. You too have a good story. You certainly had some amazing dedication to have continued after that first painful night out. Like you, I found redemption in chunky heeled ankle boots. I'd always wanted a pair of boots such as you describe - I viewed them as racier, edgier versions of the hiking boots I wear as a matter of course (Im the guy editors send off to wild and remote places, not the one they have covering finance or politics) I found a pair of very nice black leather ankle boost with 8cm chunky heels and almond-shaped toes (my favourite style) and loved them. Like you I could them amazingly comfortable and easy to walk in, yet they still gave me the sense of being in heels and the satisfaction that came with that. I now have a couple pairs pf 8cm block heeled boots, including knee boors and an OTK pair and love them. Aside from liking the style they helped build up my abilities and now I'm taking up the challenge of 12cm stilettos!

Great storys from both of you! The unexpected situations when you have to stand for a long time are something that's unavoidable if you're wearing heels often. I also could tell so many stories about that... It's funny how we're all so different, but the general paths and ups and downs can be seen in all of our journeys. You definitely took me down memory lane and since we're at it, I might as well tell you about my beginnings: I bought my first pair of heels when I was 16. It was the time me and my friends started going to clubs and parties, and since we felt like we're the big girls now, we also wanted to dress like them. Needless to say we weren't nearly as grown up and smart as we thought we were. So my first pair were cheap stiletto pumps with a plateau and much bling-bling 😂 I don't remember the exact model but wouldn't find anything about them anyways because they were no-name. They must have had something like a 12 cm heel with a 3 cm plateau. I wore them the first time for going to a club. It started pretty good but after an hour or so they already hurt really bad. Nevertheless I (and also my friends) didn't want to show any weakness so we just kept on going for a few more hours until we couldn't take it anymore and walked home barefoot. I had blisters all over the place, but that didn't stop me. I always wore them out again when I had the chance to. Looking back I really don't know how I was able to stand the pain. Probably also a part of being young and dumb. And over time it really got better, and I also bought some better fitting heels. But the big breaktrough came when I was 20 and found me a pair of ankle boots with a block heel (around 8 cm). They weren't the type of high heels I wore until then, but I wanted something different for more casual everyday wear. I couldn't believe how comfortable they were, and started wearing them for every occasion where I wore flats before. This was the moment when I properly started wearing heels - looking for a good fit and quality, choosing an appropriate heel height which is comfortable, etc. It was like a reset where I started from scratch and then worked my way back up again to higher heels and different styles. And it's basically where I'm still at now, wearing my heels daily and sometimes trying something new 🙂

Ok, I've got some time, I might as well tell the story again. I should probably tell this story more often to people who ask me how I manage in heels so well, rather than just saying that I practice a lot. I officially "came out," so to speak, in May of 2012, when I wore my first pair of obviously elevated heeled shoes to a public function. Those shoes were effectively 3 inch, or 7.5 cm tall. All of the shoes I had at the time were platforms, so I am subtracting out the platform in order to give you a better idea of the steepness challenges involved. Later that month, I took my first real walk in these 7.5 cm heels, which was an eye-opener, because I had no idea how tired I was going to get before I got back home. Later on in that year, I moved up to effective 3 1/4 inch, or just over 8 cm heels. By about New Year's of 2013, I had bought some 4 inch, or 10 cm heels, and I thought I was doing pretty well at them. Until I made the decision to actually go somewhere in them. My wife and I needed to go to a large shopping mall, something to do with our mobile phones. I don't remember the exact reason, but it doesn't matter to the story. I proudly wore my new 4 inch ankle boots which I had just purchased the week before, and we headed off to the mobile phone store, which was probably 300 m away from our car. No problem, right? For whatever reason, the store was really busy that day, and we wound up standing and waiting to be served for the better part of an hour. After standing that long in heels, what seemed like a reasonably easy walk into the mall was incredibly painful on the way out. I literally thought I wasn't going to make it back to the car, my feet hurt so bad. I thought I was going to die. Now, 12 years later, it's hard to remember the intensity of that pain, but I remember thinking to myself, "This high heel thing is just a fantasy. Nobody can wear these things all the time!" I became very discouraged. I do not remember how I got the idea to actually start walking in heels for actual exercise, but it took root shortly after that incident, and I went back down to 3 inch heels and started walking the neighborhood, short distances at first. I didn't really try anything much taller than 3 or 3 1/4" for a long time, but eventually, the 4 inch boots which nearly killed me have become not only doable, but easy. I still have that same model of ankle boot to this day, and I really wouldn't hesitate to wear them to Disney World. They've become that natural, and I guess I've managed to train my feet and ankles to deal with them all day, every day without really thinking about it. I should remember this story more clearly whenever I hear somebody tell me that she can't wear heels for more than 30 minutes without great pain. I was at that place myself at one time. What motivated me to try again is still a mystery. In all reality, my life would have been much easier if I had given up back then and figured that all those women who wore heels every day were in constant misery, and that it wasn't worth it. Instead, here I am more than 4,000 km and dozens of heel tip replacements later, and now I'm the freak who can hack the tall heels like they were carpet slippers!

I have been called out fairly publicly within my profession. I know I've been talked about for years on a limited basis, but this is the first time a fellow has questioned me in front of colleagues about my fashion choices. I am obligated to take occasional continuing education classes to maintain my professional license. Sometimes the classes are interesting, but usually they're something to be endured. Oftentimes, I see colleagues at these classes whom I have not worked around in years, and it's always an interesting game of "Who Are You?". We should really be required to wear name tags, just like at a high school class reunion. 10 years can add a mighty long beard or a lot of gray hair. One of the guys I haven't seen in several years came right out and asked, "Didn't I see you wearing high heels?" He was referring to a social media post, I'm sure. There are only a couple out there that are very obvious, but they are there. I simply said yes. He asked if this was something I did at home in the evenings, and I said pretty much anytime I'm not at work. It went on for a few more minutes until somebody interrupted him with a "Daaaave! How you doin', brother?" It wasn't a bad conversation, but it was a little awkward. I didn't sense any disgust or condescending looks from anybody.

I didn't wind up wearing my steepest heels to the recital, but I did wear some pretty impressive looking ones. Yes, they are a full 15 cm, but you have to discount for the 3.5 cm platform. Not super impressive, but enough of a workout over 600 m x 2. The brand is Onlymaker, and they are actually pretty decent quality for being an inexpensive shoe.

Tease Hopeful coming to my feet this weekend. I do hope it fits. Jessica Simpson Mixtesa Slouch Bootie in Dark Cherry