Laurieheels

Such a meet would be exspensive, with the air fare and hotels and the wild times, and the need to post bail... I've said far too much.

The last pair are nice. The platform is thin enough to not set off any anti platform alarms, and the heel is very nice. I would prefer a slightly pointier toe, but who am I to be fussy? My favourite for boots are lace ups, of course, but the demise of my favourite ankle boots has led me to be more open to ideas and styles.

Apology accepted, but I don't think it was such a big issue. I'll be better soon enough, and back in public, wearing heels as is usual for me. You can see that some of us are into the shoes as a fashion way of life, and I am glad you see it. And while it would be nice if more women shared this fashion sense, I must admit I like being unique and part of an elite group of women than can wear stiletto heels and look good while doing it. At least I hope I look good. I could appear quite the fool and never know it.

It's strange how life goes sometimes... Monday was certainly a stiletto day for me. I had to work early, so I drove to work after dropping off my sister where she works. That meant five inch patents from the start. Eight hours at work, and then to get my sister. She quit smoking the week before, so we were going to celebrate. First, a trip to an oxygen bar. It does work, and I found myself full of energy. After that, all you can eat Sushi at our favourite place. The energy from the oxygen bar was destroyed by the chance to eat as much as my sister and I could eat. It really is a dangerous concept, all you can eat. I think it should be outlawed. My notable hilight - 12 pieces of salmon sushi. It was delicious. And then, to Walmart (a large everything type of store for people not familiar with this North American giant). Walking around in a department type store in five inch heels isn't easy. No one designed the floors for easy walking. I think what I noticed the most as my sister rushed around with a sales associate is that I am not a fast walker at five inches. I do well at four, but not at five. What a difference an inch makes... Tuesday was anoither driving day, so again, five inch patents from the outset. And another day in heels goes by. I received a compliment today, and some notice. it was from an older woman who saw me walking back to our service desk at work. She asked me "How did you learn to walk in those lovely heels?". It's a sad story, as she has ostioperosis and cannot wear anything fancy. But she was happy that I could. After work, my sister and I picked up our mother and it was back to Walmart again, to exchange a camera and see the wedding photos. The good news in all of this is that I will be able to post a really good full shot of me in my patent heels, so you can look forward to that! It was another long day, some eleven hours in heels, including an emergency trip to take my mother to the pharmacy after we had dropped her off. Wednesday was a walking day, and I am proud to say, I made the walk in my four inch oxfords and wore them all day. And then I wore them home! Sure I was a bit tired, but I try to walk fast and get home as quick as I can after work. Maybe that's not the best plan, but work is evil, after all. Thursday was a half day at work for me. I had to arrive early, so into my patent stilettos and off to work. At noon I went home and I wore them around the apartment. I picked up my sister, and then we grabbed my mother again. It was a long night out. Shopping and dinner at a simple restaurant. Here I received another compliment, but not really a compliment that fills me with great joy. The table next to us held four young men that, from their loud conversation, were drag queens. One of them told me I had nice shoes as they left. Naturally they would think so. So it does count as attention, but is it really what I am looking for? Not yet. This was a twelve hour day in heels, and it was nice to get home. Too many stores and too much walking. A good length of time for me is nine hours, ten is okay, and twelve is still a bit too much for me when I must walk a lot. Friday did not see heels for me. Trainers only. I had to go to the hospital for a very small surgical matter. Now, before anyone starts posting silly messages, I will say that I am fine, I do not need e-cards to say get well, I do not need attention or sympathy on this, I just need everyone to understand that I won't be in heels for a few days. So this is where the diary ends this week. And next week, the diary will be short as well. Staying home and getting better means a few things, and I am not going to make matters worse by wearing heels and stretching muscles that should not be stretched right now. There comes a time when we all must put our dreams on hold and be practical. Yes I can be in five inch heels for ten hours and more. Sometimes even twelve hours. We have to put these things on hold and understand our limitations when we are not well. This is one of those times. I'll be fine. And I made some great progress last week. I think on Thursday I really made up for these next few days. I think I will be able to try five and a half inch heels in another month. Let's hope the money is there so I can buy a pair! Until next time...

Okay, to quote a small piece... "Laurieheels, Debbie and those who claim that high heels are simply a fashion statement! Explain This. The Dominatrix in the ads are always wearing some kind of stilleto heels, High Heels are assioated with cruelty in commercials..." Well, this is too easy. The Dominatrix wears heels because some of the submissive men who hire her obviously have a fetish for shoes. And the name, stiletto, it's a thin blade used for penetration in a stab wound. So it carries an essence of danger with the name. If these heels were called something else there may be less mystique associated with them. For those of us who are just out to wear shoes we like and have them look great as part of an outfit, none of the fetish aspect matters. We keep wearing our heels because we like them. For many of us, it's not sexual, it is just expression. But if you like the sexual aspect of it, if you buy into the ads and the cultural reputation, then that's wonderful, you're happy and living your lives as you would live them. Far be it for me to say otherwise, as people are free to do as they will in this world, provided others are not injured. Still, it is true, that some of us like the shoes because of the shoes, and not what they may represent. Sometimes the moon is just the moon, and the stars are just distant masses of hydrogen in the process of fusion. We can make them into more for our own purposes, but they exist in their own right. The same can go for shoes. For some of us, they're just a style of shoe we like to wear.

On 2002-04-21 00:38, Firefox wrote:

Sounds like you have some great outfits.

Look on the bright side, you get to practice yoga, and be creative at the same time

Great outfits, maybe, but nothing is really new and exciting. It's my mother's fashion sense being used to good effect on a budget.

And no Yogic positions for a while, I'm afraid...

Hey Fox, don't blame me, Inga was the one who typed up these words... "I have not experienced a place where I can't wear heels. Hate to find one either as I almost never wear any shoe less that 5 inches. " It can be interpreted in many ways, sure, but they fit what I was typing, and they make Inga seem like super woman, so at the very least she can enjoy the status. So a big raspberry to you, Fox. heehee

Light blue sleevless top with tiny blue flowers on it, and a black stretch skirt, above the knee with a fair slit for either side.

On 2002-04-19 02:33, Firefox wrote:

Here is me in my 4" cowboy boots doing something with a candle and pretending I've only got a web cam!

Is that some sort of homage to my little web cam? Or something to say I should take more pictures?

A time and a place is different for every person. Okay, so if I am climbing Mount Everest (like that would really happen) or riding a camel across the desert (same again), I do not think I would wear heels. Hiking over rough terrain, camping in the wilderness... It's not always the height, either, but the design. Don't wear open toed shoes in an area of sandy gravel. especially if it is red. I learned my lesson on that one. I was a red head then, and for one day, my feet matched. Also, sometimes a thicker heel or, for someone other than myself, a wedge, would be better than a stiletto. Life is not so simple that one can say yes or no to the idea of heels in a given situation. Each activity changes the limit and the need. For some of us here, like Inga, heels are always an option and nothing rules out wearing a five inch stiletto for a situation. Life is variety, and people who think heels are impractical are themselves dead to the greater ideals of society.

Wearing heels requires extra attention for the walking. Foot placement is important. It is all about being conscious oif one's surroundings and changing walking style to accomodate it. So if there are tiles where people can be stuck, one has to be active in placing the heel in the centre of each tile. It isn't easy to match the stride to the surrounding, but it is one of those requirements for anyone who is going to wear a thin or stiletto heeled shoe.

I am not sure this qualifies, but I have put air in my car's tires while wearing stiletto heels. The positioning is certainly different from wearing a low or flat heeled shoe. When I wore three inch heels all of the time it ewasn't as awkward, but now with four and five, the position one has to take and still control the skirt factor can be a bit tough on the legs. Hardly extreme, but still different and challenging.

I suppose it is a rally because it is a gathering of supporters. People are rallying to support the idea of preserving old buses. And they are driven as well, which makes another connection to the idea behind cars being driven for a rally. Okay, so there is no race, but maybe that would be fun. A slow race of bus drivers.

Eventually. That is the whole idea behind this. The end goal is to try seven inch heels. It is an experiment. The idea came during the first few days the board was running under a topic of seven inch heels being impossible to wear. That means training through the different heights to try out seven inches. Can they be worn? I hope to find out for myself!

Of course I like the Simpsons, but as well, shows like Oblongs, The Tick, Undergrads and Untalkative Bunny. Subversive, quirky, and layered. Just wonderful.

I could name one, The Magic School Bus, but it's not a favourite of mine so no more comments out of me here!

Oh golly, new thread! YAY! Will you make a sub category of favourite cartoon featuring a bus, just to match up with this topic? I doubt I could name even one.

People, they're cartoons! The shoes are exaggerated. Maybe the animators shop at the same art supply warehouse? Meet for a beer and discuss distorted cartoon perceptions?

Yes, yes, a picture for the people. Maybe a dark red polish for the toes, and black sandals. Would that make everyone happy?

Just to keep the topic alive... "What happens when I push this?" Such a question usually has someone pushing whatever is in question. Bad things then happen. Also comes in versions of pull, touch, grab, squeeze, toggle and a few other verbs.

I like placing a copy here, so here it is, a day after Jenny's, and two days late in total. And now, the diary. It is amazing, of course. I started all of this ten weeks ago. It seems like four at the most. Time blurs and heels become a fixture in my life... Last Monday, 08 April, I had the day off and I went to see the doctor. So it was a day of four inch Oxfords. All day. No problems but one, and it had nothing to do with walking. It was not wise to wear my oxfords without stockings. But the weather was so nice and I thought I would wear a long skirt and have bare legs. By the end of the day, my feet were hot and there was an air pocket forming in my left shoe. So you can imagine that walking sounded... funny. Tuesday and Wednesday are copies of one another, so they can be compressed into one entry. Walk to work in boring shoes, change into five inch heels for the day, and be the mistress of high heels. Tuesday morning did take the usual warm up of half an hour where I need to adjust to five inch heels after a day or two out of them. Both days went well. There were no problems or pains. Just high heeled skill at work. Thursday was an Oxford day, but I will explain why. I was wearing a long black skirt with little pink roses on them, and a bright pink blouse. It was an excellent combination. I chose linen stockings, and the Oxfords looked better because of their suede like finish. A compromise, then. I walked to work in the Oxfords, wore them all day at work, and then wore them home again. My feet were tired, but there was a good deal of walking that day, and at four inches. It is still quite the accomplishment, to have feet that do not hurt after all of that activity. Friday ended on a peculiar note. Two cars decided to start shooting at one another outside of my office building. I had spent a full day in my stiletto heels, and yes I did wear trainers to get to work. After the shooting, when it was time for me to leave work, I did wear the trainers, but only because I was now in a hurry to get home. You'd feel the same way if two cars decided to declare open season on one another outside of your office. And my office is on the ground floor, with windows facing the intersection of the incident. I did not see it, but it was a bit uncomfortable all the same. No one was injured, and three people were arrested in a very short time. Saturday was a stiletto heel day, and a work day, but with a difference. I had my heels on all day, and when I arrived home, I made to sure to remove my stockings. The rest of the night while my sister and I were out and about, I wore the patent stilettos. It was a great feeling. My feet were not tired, and I was strutting about as if I was born in the shoes. Once I was home I wore the stilettos for another hour, but bare feet can overheat, and I did change a few hours before bed. Sunday was another work day. Yes, I know, I worked on a Sunday. More light to be shed in the next Diary on why. Again, I wore my patent stilettos. Why? I drove! It was Sunday, after all. I even went to do some grocery shopping after work and found the stilettos a bit easier to wear in the dreaded store than the last time I tried it. And that added yet another successful day. So after ten weeks, I can wear five inch heels for eight to ten hours of moderate walking, such as being at work. I can even push myself in them if I need. It is progress, and it is a success. I am quite proud of myself, and I know others are as well. And maybe, just maybe, I can have new shoes in the next two weeks. Not enough money for something spectacular, or a good pair of ankle boots, but maybe a new pair for work. It would be nice. Time will reveal if I was paid enough this payday to live my life. Stay tuned!

Terayon, that is the nature of fetish. It may not make sense to some of us, but the excitement it causes in others is sexual and those people feel good. I have seen a few pictures of shoes that were torn apart, run over, cut up, and other nasty things. Some people like this. Me, I would cry if anything happened to my shoes that made them unwearable. And then I would hunt down the person that caused the damage.

On 2002-04-14 00:37, Anonymous wrote:

LAURIE you are a DREAM.

PLEASE can we have a lot of PICs

of you??

No, because you did not say who you are. Anonymous people are strangers, introduce yourself, be a friend to our community, and then, yes.

I will have one coming up, as soon as I can get a copy to scan. But you should share your identity with us!

And thank you for saying I am a dream and wanting more pictures.

So we need a formula that can be used to create a rating. Height difference and then modified for the shoe size. We could be on to a new idea here. Is anyone good at math? What kind of formula can we create to express this concept?

I've been out of the action for a few days, so I'll post. Long black jacket, A-lined cut, with brocade of leaves all over it. It almost forms a two tone black, and shifts in different light levels. The jacket and the leaves trade between a deep black and a more charcoal black. A charcoal black skirt, about three inches above the knee, black stockings and of course, black patent stilettos complete the outfit. It's my power business suit, and something I wear just to feel good about myself. It looks good with blonde hair.