Laurieheels

On 2002-04-07 18:00, Beeblebrox wrote:

I'm a person who loves coulors and prefer coulors before black and white and grey, however the combination together could be very good.

Black rules! Everyone woman needs black in her wardrobe. I prefer a mix, though, as I agree that colours are important.

I love bright blouses and shirts, and black or dark coloured skirts. My tops are the most expressive part of me, with reds, purples, and blues being my favourite. Even pink is wonderful, and I hate pink. The whole pink is for girls stereotype.

Still, black is important, for dresses, skirts, sweaters, tops, whatever and whenever. And most importantly, for shoes.

Chip, the muddy field is very much a Wet and Messy fetish. Having read a little bit on the subject, I know that it makes some people money. That's great for them. A fetish is great if someone has it, but I think it can lead to danger as people are so focused on the fetish and they forget saftey. I always wonder about that.

Fox, that's all well and good for teenage girls, but I am tired of illusions. So it's extreme or nothing for me. It's what fires my neurons. Platforms don't do that for me. It is as simple as that. If I wore platforms I would feel like I was cheating. But that's just me because I am doing such a great job with five inch stilettos. This in no way implies anyone else is cheating. It only means I would feel I was cheating myself.

Way to go, Anagram. Excellent progress.

Place of dreams? Australia? Do not the Aboriginal people have something about dream time? Other than that, I am not sure. You'll have to prove to me that it is a place of dreams.

The less said about Monday, the better. I helped my mother move, and there was fresh snow about. This meant flat shoes. So we won't even discuss this day. Tuesday, and back to work after Easter. I was a little bit sore from much bending and lifting of objects to cut down on the moving time. Maybe more than a little bit. I walked to work in my Oxfords, which may not have been a bright idea. I did it, at any rate. And eight hours in five inch heels, and then the walk home in Oxfords. At the end of the day, I was sore. The strange mystery of it, the sore part was not as bad while walking around in five inch heels all day. Wednesday. I was even more sore when I woke up than Tuesday, which seemed strange. My calf muscles were not happy. Wearing heels took off some pressure. I wore my ankle boots for the walk to work, to see if I could get my legs feeling better. The boots were not doing very well, and I had some trouble. They are ready to fall apart. The back of the shoe is no longer sturdy, so the heel shifts as I walk. But I stuggled through, because I hate flat shoes. I could feel the sore muscles, but as much as I can say it is pain, it also feels good. To know my muscles are being used and the used feeling is nice, in some psychological sense. Add another eight and more hours in five inch heels during the day. The higher the heel, the better my calf muscles feel. Why? Well when my feet are flat, the muscle is pulled taught and hurts everywhere. In heels, the tendons and muscles are not being stretched as much, and this eases the sore muscles towards my feet. Thus I theorize heels can hide some of the muscle strain from. During Tuesday and Wednesday I notcied that walking around was fine, and sitting for even five minutes without shoes led to the muscles being stiff and sore. This has passed now, but it was interesting to see that heels made a difference. Thursday was a typical day. A walk to work in my ankle boots, much time in five inch heels, and a walk home. At the conclusion of my walk, I decided that my boots have reached the end of their life with me. They are torn up and the heels will break soon enough. The laces are ready to shred. The toes let in water, they are so worn through. As soon as I do a spring clean of my bedroom, they will be going to die in a landfill. This, of course, leaves me without a pair of boots with a heel, so it is distressting. I loved these boots. It will be a shame to dispose of them. Friday, you will all be sad about, as I had to wear a pair of Reeboks to work. Sorry everyone, but life is what it is. I haven't walked so fast on my way to work in months. So a girl sets out, dark green skirt and linen stockings, and little white trainers. At work, a different scene, as I go from flat to five inches with ease. I walk around for nine hours and I haven't a problem. I was going to wear my Oxfords to work, as I thought they would match my outfit more than my patent stilettos. But I wore one from each pair and walked around the apartment for five minutes before I left and I was certain the patents would look good with linen stockings, a green skirt and a white top. So the patents went with me. (Side note - it is interesting to wear two different shoes, especially with different heel heights. It didn't feel like there was an inch of difference and walking was okay) Saturday was a day in four inch heels. I went to dinner with friends, as one has a birthday tomorrow. We went for Sushi, with half of the guests not liking fish in any form. Silly people. Thankfully, a Japaense restaurant does have beef and chicken dishes. I could go anywhere for that. Serve me up some sashimi! I walked to the restaurant, as it is very close to where I live. Fun times had by all. I was safe going home, no one has to worry. Sunday. That's today. It is a lazy day, so other than being home in my mules with the three and a half inch silver heels, there is nothing to report. Except that I will wear them while preparing dinner. It's a new creation, Tomato braised and shredded pork with fusili noodles. Wish me luck! What have I noticed from this past week? The results of pushing myself on my Mother's wedding day have paid off. When I first started wearing my five inch patent stilettos at work, I could be tired from a walk to the rest room. Now, I can go anywhere in the building and I do not feel the slightest bit of sore muscle or tired feet syndrome. I am mastering five inches for work. My feet are developing the flexability and the endurance I need to live a good, high heeled life. So if I can go nine hours in five inch heels without any problems, or even just the slightest twinge of being sore, then surely, I am making progress. The next step is a day of increased walking in five inch heels. I would like to pick up a few more pairs before I jump to this task, but that would mean waiting over a month for a time when I may have enough money. The other positive point in all of this should make some of you quite excited. I am going to be ready for five and a half inch heels very soon. Maybe within a month. This might mean a training pair of heels purchased next month, and a few days at work with this height. If that goes well, then six should be attainable, even if for short periods of time. Things are going well. My endurance is up, my flexability is up, and my enjoyment is very high. Overall, things are good. So until next time...

Platforms are not suffering froma bad rap here, it is just that some of us do not prefer to wear them., and we seem to bring that up every chance we get. If you enjoy them, wonderful, fantasic, power to the people. Some of us would prefer not to wear them. All that means is more pairs for you, as there is less competition for buying them. Wow, I am being diplomatic tonight.

On 2002-04-06 20:23, Anonymous wrote:

Laurie, your logic is right on. Buit still, what is the difference between a zero and a zero with its rim knocked off?

Thank you. And the difference is all about personal choice of style Whether you need it written out or it can be left blank may imply the same thing, but what one chooses for expressing it syas a lot.

Sometimes I carry two or three pairs in my backpack on my walk to work. It doesn't leave much room for anything work related or lunch, but sometimes change is important. I don't do this for the car, but mainly because my shoe collection is just beginning a rebirth for higher heels.

If what we are saying here is disrespectful to women, then the real issue is about over sensitivity. This is not about being crticial and seeing something ad disgusting, this is our respect for the human body shining through. Susan, when you say you wear short toed pointy shoes, this just reaffirms the idea of this topic. We don't think women should change their bodies in a drastic way in order to wear a certain style of shoe, and you prove that it is not a requirement. I am not offended by anything on this board, and everyone is being good here. If anything, you and what you have been through prove that there is no need to modify a foot to wear shoes. At the risk of being told I made you feel unwelcome, which I am not doing by the way, I have to say, you need to turn down your sensitivity level. No one here is disrespecting women, in fact, at times, it is a real celebration! We are happy that you share your opinion, but we will always keep in mind that it is your opinion. Sometimes it doesn't come across that way. I like strappy sandals, you don't, well that's just a difference then. It makes us unique and more interesting.

My brain is a swirling mass of chaotic ideas. It's like making meatballs, I think. I plunge my hand into the meaty chaos, pull out something, roll it around, and shape it into something people will enjoy! I like to write, so it helps.

Hoverfly? What are you implying? Are you saying that it is not fun to be around me? Do you feel stuck? Trapped? Do my stilettos intimidate you? I promise not to use them as weapons... unless I get bored. Maybe I should try to take more pictures and post them?

Yes, Mano, some good shots of Gwen in spike heels, so for those of you who like this, get to watching that video and capture something!

This is 500. Right here. Congratulations to me, I suppose. And I still have three forum categories to go through! More hydrogen for the fusion, yes. I'll dance and sing for joy now. Excuse me. La la la...

we aren't going to send a big truck round and steal all your shoes, even if you do keep them locked away

Speak for yourself, I might consider this, my closet could use a few pairs of stilettos to make it look better.

The main goal is to crate an active environment for the discussion of high heels. If we bleed through the categories, that's fine. If it is an extreme difference between topic and forum, then the topic can be moved. We cannot sacrifice the sense of community and well being because someone posted an everyone topic in the Girl's section. And we never know what the person posting the topic is thinking at the outset. Let things go, and fix them only as needed. Leave the rules as guildelines, and enforce them if need be.

I like the two pedal system, it forces a driver to be aware, alert and develop good reflexes. Sometimes we need to teach saftey as a habit to be formed, a way of driving, and not perform a quick fix with technology. If I am wearing heels that day, I am driving in them, and no designer will be allowed to get in the way!

Anonymous, I have little advice save for this. Go slow and keep your feet on the soft, snowy parts as much as you can. If the ice is sheer with no protection, then try and find a wall or railing and use it to pull your balance. The last time I fell in the winter I slipped on ice while wearing my Reeboks. I had quite the bruise, and no one cared that I slipped and landed like I did. But that was two years ago. I go slow and weave a great deal. I would mention the moving fast over ice method, but that is tricky, even for me, so don't try it unless you are good at finding a soft path.

A white shirt, very revealing with three quarter sleeves, a dark green wrap around skirt with white/grey/brown flowers on it, subtle and classy. Linen stockings and black patent shoes.

I beat you, and at the same time, I didn't. I wore my five inch heels at work, but the walk involved trainers, because my boots are now ready for disposal. Stupid things.

Flare, bell bottom, cuban, all are names associated with variations in that style. These can be nice, of course, if the curves flow smooth.

Fox: An ideal is something a person creates. Ideal, meaning, a perfect setting, the right condition to suit that person. An ideal should be personal. it is only a mental block when it has been ascribed on the person by someone else. Ideals are great, if they are the one we create for ourselves in an attempt to aspire to something greater. They are bad when someone else sets the ideal and forces us to live up to it. Charlie: Thank you for your summary of what I was trying to say. Guilty by association. Exactly the point. And only a small loss, as you say. Such people we do not need in our lives.

Thongs here are just the flip flops. Or underwear. Otherwise, they are sandals. What I hate worse than any of that is the evil of the Birkenstock. How ugly can something get? Okay, it has its place, BUT if anyone wears a pair to a fancy event, then you know the end of the world is two steps behind.

25? really? WOW. Power to the poster! I think after this I need ten more to reach my new boots, and that is one step closer to the goal. Watch me burn text!

The conflict goes back over a thousand years, and let's face it, the Crusades did not help any. Christianity, Islam, and Judaism all find the same place holy. And of course, everyone would like to control that one place. I did not like seeing pictures of tanks purposely driving over parked cars, and of course, this occupation of military vehicles is not ging to end anything. The problem is so old that someone has to go back, find the common roots, and as mentioned above, cultural integration must occur. After all, we have three religions with very similar foundations (they all share, no one can dispute it) and maybe it is like three sisters who are so alike they cannot stand it. It's like a family fued between cousins, and they're not calling names anymore. This one will be tough to stop.