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Too bad she didn't age as gracefully as Christie Brinkley: Yow! Not sure which I envy more, her, or her heels.

xo Sangue

She's over 50!? Just had to rush to shut the window before my confidence and self-esteem flew out.

I try to keep up, but like you I have no idea who Lana Del Rey is, besides knowing she's a singer. Fabulous shoes, perfect for the frozen North! Is there a nod to Christine Keeler in the photo do you suppose, or is the chair just there for colour co-ordination?

I can't work out how to quote the bit I wanted to, but it was on the lines that a heckler is just looking for attention. How true. I know this is different heckling, but I went with my daughter to see Patti Smith. Small venue, full of idiots. 'I haven't paid to hear you.' Same thing really, though. Complete lack of respect. Loudon Wainwright 111 is the master at dealing with hecklers, and his song The Heckler is well worth listening to, useful even in the sense of heckler used here. I tried to put in a link but couldn't, but you can find it on the internoodle. Sorry, girl poking her nose into problems she doesn't have, but hoping to be helpful. And it's a nice song.

Hi Sangue, So pleased you got the job! Well done! Is it the start of the road to greater things? Silly me, it must feel like a great thing in itself. So pleased. Chap I've known for some time, as a friend. He saw me safe home the other night and came in. I obviously misread the signals. I feel bit silly, but I'm sure he'll be too much of a gentleman... Did the link work for you? If so what did you think of them? Regards, Megan x

Yes, it worked. Eureka!

http://www.asos.com/ASOS/ASOS-ABLAZE-Super-High-Wedge/Prod/pgeproduct.aspx?iid=1925421

Hi Sharon,

Sorry about the web address not working. Oh, dear, I wonder what I did wrong this time. I'll try again. Anyway, if it hasn't worked, they're fabric. I thought it was silly to say 'avoid contact with liquid'. You'd have to be pretty sure of the weather forecast to wear shoes that couldn't take water. Actually, I remember from when I was younger that rope soled espadrilles fall apart when they get wet. But otherwise where could you find a less harmless stuff than clean water. I mean, you put your clothes in it, and the worst that happens is they come out cleaner than they went in.

Anyway, I hope I've given you a chance to see them, as I really like them. I might have to save up and treat myself.

Look forward to hearing from you soon.

Regards, Megan x

Hi again everyone,

http://www.asos.com/ASOS/ASOS-ABLAZE-Super-High-Wedge/Prod/pgeproduct.aspx?iid=1925421

I just found these and I wanted to show you. I love them and could really see myself in them. I don't know if I could walk in them, though, even though they have my size. Anyway, the care bit says,'avoid contact with liquids', so probably not suitable anyway.

Megan x

Hi everyone, We had a lovely bright day today, and I knew the tide would be a long way out because of the full moon, so I decided to go and get some mussels to make some mussel and leek pies for the market tomorrow. I could get out a lot further than usual, and of course I went too far so that I flooded my boots. I sat down on the rocks to empty them by lifting each leg so I could see what it was like with cold water, like you suggested, Sharon. It did feel different. Because the rest of me was dry it ran up my legs and made my bottom wet. I had to stand up on the bus home. Luckily, I was wearing a black skirt, so I don't think any noticed and thought I'd had an accident. Looking forward to hearing from you again soon. Regards, Megan x

Thank you, Sleekheels, for taking the trouble to read my words, and for taking the trouble to add your thoughts. It's very helpful to me Yes, you're right,lots of possibilities, but then only 600 words. I have noted your ideas and accepted them gratefully. They will be used in the future LOL. Look out for my TV drama. It's coming, and you saw it here first.

Curiosity, I'm always wary about giving advice, so please don't take this as advice, just observation. Over the years I've numbered amongst my friends feminine men and women and masculine men and women, and it's never made one iota of difference to me. Once I've met them it would never occur to me that they'd be any other way. I always hope they take me the same. You say your girlfriend says you should be who you are. Quite so. I also don't usually like to quote songs out of context, but as Marina and the Diamonds says, '...better to be hated/ Than loved, loved, loved for what you're not.' Okay, hated is too strong in this case, and the rest of the song doesn't really fit the sitation, but the sentiment is right. Be who you are and let her love, love, love you. I don't know how long you've known each other, but I'd bet she already has a fair idea of what you're like inside, and she seems to like that, right?

I don't know. I struggle to wear much heel really, so not addict, nothing sexual, so not fetish. I like to look and wish, but I don't think it's like porn (oh dear, I hope not). Pin-up? Makes me sound like a 1970s teen. Pics of David Bowie. Could be worse.

A few years ago I slipped on the ice and cracked a couple of ribs. They took three months to heal, so I'm quite scared of slipping these days.

Metaphorically yes. Sadly, in execution probably yes too.

Hi everyone, Hope you're all well. I had a really busy day today, as the market reopens this week and I had to get my kitchen spotless. Actually, I quite enjoy it, especially mopping the floor, which I can do with my shoes off so I can walk on the wet floor. It was fun to go out after knowing that no-one knew I had wet feet inside my dry shoes. Just a short one at the moment, as I'm in the middle of making bread. Sadly, it's turned cold here again, which is going to make getting out of bed in the small hours something of a chore. Ho hum. Regards, Megan x

Hi everyone, I had a funny old day today. A very late start after a very late night. That boy of mine, he's such a bad influence! And he dropped a little bombshell on me. Seems he's off to France for at least a month. Anyway, then my ex came round to take my glass to the bottle bank like he's been promising for weeks. I normally take a few things with me when I need to if I go out walking, but at Christmas my bottles and jars collection got away from me and it's been spreading across the kitchen. He took them out to his car in carrier bags and I went out in the rain with the last two without putting my shoes on. He told me off for that, but nicely, which I liked really. So I'd got my feet wet and I can cook my dinner without kicking bottles over. Perhaps I am a princess after all. Regards, Megan x

Thank you for your kind and helpful feedback, Chris. You're completely right, I agonised trying to lose words to fit it into the number allowed (in itself a useful exercise in editing) and all I needed to do was drop the sentence about Geoff driving away. I think over-high heels wouldn't have left Penny feeling foolish enough. Heels can be quite empowering. Also, I have to admit, I think I was too busy chuckling at my own joke. The original idea came from a short TV play I had that never got written. A sort of mini romcom with Penny and Geoff becoming an item. I don't know if you know the film Breezy? A bit like that.

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Hi Sharon, I'm off out tonight too. My son has offered to take me out for a drink. I haven't seen him for a couple of weeks, so I'm looking forward to it. He's nearly a foot taller than me, so if I wear my wedges again he might be less likely to use my head to rest his beer on lol. Hope you have a lovely evening. Regards, Megan x

An inventive use of the thriller technique, where there's a dilemma that you can't see any way out of, like with Hitchcock's The Birds, or even Terminator. It just keeps coming. It's particularly chilling to know that you are not alone but none of you can be of any help to each other. I think I'd have written it so the shoes were super comfortable and conferred some benefit, like super confidence or command of respect until, at the end, they were activated and became the trap. I suspect this is just the finger wagging teacher in me who prefers a faustian cautionary tale to a thriller. Enjoyed it though.

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I think we all want to hear from the girls since they look really cool in their heels and we'd like to look that cool too! They bring grace and civility (usually) and their unique sixth sense for style. Who wouldn't want that kind of resource?! HappyinHeels

Ooh, you flatterer, you. But, of course, grace, civility and style aren't our preserve. I'm sure you're loaded with all three.

I find proof reading my own work near impossible, and likewise, I can't tell if I'd hidden the twist, because obviously I could see it coming. What do you think, monsterp63?

I find I admire those things I can't do. And I'm always surprised (and dismissive) when people are impressed by what I can do. But perhaps that's just me

I thought I'd show a story I entered for a competition recently. I only had 600 words to play with and might have got more depth with more words, but I was pleased how much dialogue I got in. I don't know the outcome of the competition yet, but fingers crossed. I really need the money. IF THE SHOE FITS Penny liked what she saw. She looked every inch the businesswoman. Just the shoes to go. The outfit really called for killer heels, but she wondered whether to go with something a little more conservative. The telephone interrupted her deliberations. It was Cathy, ringing from the airport before boarding her flight to remind her not to be late and to put the rubbish out before she left. “You just don’t trust me, do you? Well, for your information, I’m nearly ready and I’ll do the rubbish as soon as I hang up.” “Too right I don’t trust you. I know you of old. This is your big chance, Pen. Try not to mess it up. And for goodness’ sake, don’t let him see what you’re really like.” “Thanks a bunch! Now go and enjoy your holiday. Oh, and thanks for letting me stay last night.” Penny hung up and took the rubbish to the bin out front. A door slammed and she jumped. Looking around, she confirmed her worst fears. “Oh no! Please, not today.” She ran round to the back. Everything was tight shut. No time to waste. She ran to the neighbour’s and banged on the door. Geoff was about to leave for work when there was a terrific banging on the door. He opened it to find a pretty young redhead begging to use his phone. He let her in and watched as she stood with visible impatience muttering into the receiver. She put the phone down. “No answer?” said Geoff. “No. She must already be on the plane. Look, the thing is…” She explained what had happened and how she had an important meeting in twenty minutes to discuss her designs. “I can help you there. I’ll drive you.” “That’s very kind of you, but look.” She showed her stockinged feet. “Doesn’t look very professional, does it?” “Just a minute.” Geoff went upstairs and came back carrying a pair of courts. “They’re my daughter’s. She’s away at college. You’re welcome to borrow them.” “Is it clown college? They’re three sizes too big.” “Well, it’s up to you. Come on, let’s go.” Shuffling after him, Penny felt foolish, like a little girl dressing up in her mother’s clothes. “I’m Geoff, by the way.” “Penny.” “Penelope?” “Penumbra, actually.” Geoff raised his eyebrows, but Penny let it pass. She was used to it and he had been very kind. In the car he asked her about her designs. She loved talking about her dresses and felt grateful and completely at ease by the time he dropped her off where she directed him. Geoff watched as she hurried up the steps to the front door and smiled to himself as she stepped out of her shoe. Then he drove off to find a parking space and go to work. Penny had been waiting ten minutes when the receptionist said, “Mr Prince will see you now.” She showed Penny into the office. “We meet again, Penumbra,” said Geoff. “I guessed who you were when you told me your name. This needn’t take too long.” Penny was stunned. She’d made a fool of herself in front of the very man she’d come to impress. “I love the designs you e-mailed us, but I always like to meet in person before I make a decision. Organisational skills are important in business…,” - Penny’s heart sank -, “…but it’s a designer I’m looking for. Your work’s erratic brilliance clearly comes from within you. That’s what makes it special.” “You mean…?” “I think you’re the just the girl I’m looking for.

Hi Sharon,

I didn't know what to do, so in the end I put on a royal blue long sleeved T-shirt and I wore a yellow and green silk scarf. I find a scarf will do it when I'm in doubt.

I think my legs looked better than they've ever looked. They'll never look long, but still. You're right, high boots and all black, all the way up and it works. Thank you.

And I won! I mean I won. My usual partner wasn't there, so I made a team on my own, and I won. I won five drinks! My favourite drink is a dry martini. I made the club get vermouth in so I could have them. They haven't got the right glasses yet, but there you go. I didn't take them all tonight, so I've got some waiting.

Anyway, I did take a couple of them,so maybe I'd better leave it here. I've got a man to see tomorrow morning.

Regards,

Megan x