Laurieheels

Welcome, Susan. You have quite a few posts to put in to catch up, but I know you can do it. At the very least you need to get to kitten heels soon, so you can look presentable.

On 2002-04-01 01:40, Anagram wrote:

Of course I am. I'm a woman.

(yes, this is controversial, don't spam this topic with replied about it)

May I play the role of Juliet for that scene? Someone other than Leo DiCaprio may play Romeo. He seems like a baby faced squirt, and not sutdly enough for me.

Another week goes by. Another week of high heels and the chaos of life. Goodbye to Snow. Let the ice melt, let the walks be clear. The weather is warmer. Spring is here! It is a week late, but it has decided to visit us and be friendly. I hope it stays. Monday and Tuesday were typical work days. They were walking days, and there is one important note. Monday I walked to work and home again in my four inch Oxfords. This is still a bit much for me. not because it hurts to do the walking, no, but the end result is tired feet. Some more endurance must be built. Tuesday was three inch ankle boots. Other than that, both days were five inch days, and my patent stilettos are getting a bit worn now. One month is all it takes with me. This is the largest indication that leather will be best. Let's hope a bag of money falls from the sky. Wednesday, and finally, time off of work. I spent the day in my four inch Oxfords. I can do that without any trouble. The hard walk to work is a bit different than driving somewhere and then casually walking around, regardless of the length of time. Much had to be done, this Wednesday, so it was a good test of the four inch ability. My mother was getting married again on Thursday. Visiting Walmart for some plants, visiting the Danish Deli for some of the food, going for other groceries, and then having to go to yet another store... sometimes ground pork is difficult to find! The end result of what we make with it outweighs the trouble of finding it. And of course, more time out in heels! Thursday. Wedding day. At noon, I was wearing some linen stockings under black pants, and I slipped into my patent stilettos. I would be in them until, oh, Ten in the evening. Two five minute breaks during the day were all I took. So being in heels, carrying things up to the hotel room, preparing the food platters, and rearranging the hotel room... this is what I did. I wore a nice long blue dress for the wedding. I was the Maid of Honour for my mother. It was my turn, after all. And I was trying to be the gracious host as well as the Maid, all in five inch heels. My mother wore black suede pumps with about a three inch heel. They were always my favourite pair of hers. Maybe they could be higher, yes, but I told her I was envious, and she told me how old fashioned the look is. Suede heels. They are a classic, with the think spike heel and the pointier toe... That is going to be a goal of mine, now. Classic suede heels. Every girl would like to grow up to be like her mother... It was a very small gathering. It had to be, we were using a hotel room. It is far cheaper than renting a meeting room or a party room or a hall. AND my mother and her new husband could spend the night. It was Ten when I took off the stilettos and went barefoot for about an hour. I was cleaning up, with help of course, and I had to change back to regular clothes. I didn't bring a change of shoes, so at 11 PM it was stilettos to go home. When my sister and I arrived at the apartment, we found that someone was parked in our stall. This is inherently evil, you must understand. The response to such an act is simple, direct, and deep down it makes me feel both evil and good. Justice must be done! We had the car ticketed and towed, of course. So I was outside in heels a few times until 12:30 when finally someone arrived to tow the vehicle. I parked our car on the street, so it could not be targeted by whatever drunken excuse for a human being when that person did not find the car. My sister watched me from the balcony, and when I came back up, she commented that she saw this sexy blond walking across the street. Where was anyone else to see this? I did get a few glances from the tow truck driver as I walked through the parking lot and to the lobby. That was nice. Blond in heels finally notices a man looking at her. This makes the news! Friday. I was up early to go hunt for Shrimp. The frozen kind, in the store. This is Calgary, no shrimp in our water. I wore Oxfords for most of my day, up until 5 PM. This included all of the prep work for dinner. The problem I noticed was tired feet. I had pushed it somewhat on Thursday, and I did stand a good deal. I think my feet were bruised. it felt that way. I had to switch to my mules with the three and a half inch heel for the rest of the evening. On the brighter side, my Garlic Shrimp fettucini was the best ever. My mom liked it, so did my sister, so did Mom's new husband, who is such a nice guy. Saturday. I woke up, going about barefoot as is common for me, and I noticed that the pads of my feet, where the ball of the foot might be, felt even more bruised. This was strange. I had pushed it Thursday, but only felt it Saturday. The good thing here is that there is no joint pain or arch pain. It just felt like the flesh was, well, worked over. I had to work, so I just put on my Oxfords and went to toil for the corporation. I was fine in half an hour. The bruising feeling went away. My sister was out with friends, so I came home, watched TV, and put on my stilettos for the evening at home. Why? Practice! This is what it is all about! Some of you saw me in Jenny's Chat. I'm still pondering the whole thing. I do enjoy the attention. Today is Sunday, and it is Easter. I am making a pork roast right now. It needs a basting soon. It has the skin on, so we get what you call crackling. I can't spell what we call it. It's very much a Danish thing. We normally make ham for Easter, but we have the roasts, so why not use them? It's like Christmas again! I am doing all of this in my four inch oxfords. I am not wearing stockings, which is not like me, but it was nice out today, and this called for bare legs while my sister and I were out for a drive. Did I get anywhere this week? Maybe not. I am certain Thursday will have a beneficial effect over the next week. But that will be for the next Diary... Until then, all I can do is keep pushing here and there, and become a mistress of high heels.

Hoverfly: It was very common for many companies to give out webcams, especially this past Christmas. It was all part of the war for high speed internet users. Free is good, but don't feel too special, you only got one as a way to entice you to the service. Terayon: I have not seen the movie, nor heard of the person you mentioned. Sorry. I doubt I have a clone, but maybe there is a clown of me out there.

On 2002-03-31 20:07, Anagram wrote:

I need to get a capture card so I can make some caps of Kelly Ripa who hosts the "Today Show" on NBC.

It's Live with Regis and Kelly, not the Today Show. You're going to confuse people.

Kelly is much more fun than Kathie Lee ever was. Lately she has been wearing these yellow slingbacks. They actually work with most of her outfits.

She's both smart and goofy at the same time. And she wears heels a good deal. She reminds me of someone, but I can't quite figure out who it would be...

I think I understand the picture and the ideas of the comments... If you look rich, you look like you cost a lot, so no one would think you a tart or slut or any such thing. Money means class (how sad it has to be that way) so look like you have it, and change the image of the boots. In a way, I like the concept.

I think I understand the picture and the ideas of the comments... If you look rich, you look like you cost a lot, so no one would think you a tart or slut or any such thing. Money means class (how sad it has to be that way) so look like you have it, and change the image of the boots. In a way, I like the concept.

What I meant by equality was not about comparing the physical characteristics of men and women. Just in a manner of mentally and morally and, in general, with regards to place in society. It is interesting how it became something physical. Physically, everyone is different, and everyone has a niche (I hate that word but it was the best for the job). We are all different, in that we are individuals. But for human rights and the opportunity for free speech and free expression, then we are all equals. My comment was more of a joke than anything, and look where it led. Laurie must learn for next time.

Hoverfly, you will not get it, and that's okay. Some words have different meanings in different situations, and society has lost some of the poetic edge and mastry of language it once had. That's okay.

Oh, I should mention, congratulations you two, I hope your lives are made even better by the arrival of these children.

As much as it would be nice to have shoes carry some mystical power, it really does come down to the person and the connection between two people. Sure, there can be pure animal passion and lust, but that leads to people unconnected who may have to raise a child. Certainly, it is better if two people can have an emotional bond. The heels are just that extra spice that turns great into excellent (I am cooking Easter Dinner, sort of, right now, how can you tell?)

On 2002-03-31 17:24, Highluc wrote:

Being human is great, we're the only beings on this planet that can enjoy the pleasure of heels.

And of course, many other animals do not need to wear heels, they are designed to walk the same way without any help. We, of course, need heels to have the same foot position as, say, a cat.

If only I had more money to buy shoes, that one is a good one, and very much an if only I like. And there's nothing wrong with vanilla. Real vanilla is actually a black bean. It's exotic! It's rare to find the real thing these days! Why they make it white ice cream is beyond me. Now "if only" I could get to bed so I could spend another day in heels tomorrow...

On 2002-03-31 08:14, hoverfly wrote:

That we are only human. What else?

Only? ONLY? Being human is pretty darn special. There's nothing "only" about it. That would be like saying "it's only vanilla" when you find out it isn't french vanilla, or "the heel is only three inches". Only can be bad!

I'll lay off now.

It's amazing how much of the idea behind wearing heels is about the rush and the feel. It's almost equal to the fashion statement for some people. Not everyone, of course, but how something you wear on your feet can cause such a psychological reaction is amazing. What does this say about human beings?

Charlie, that does sound depressing. I am surprised that the women do not feel threatened and go out shopping that very moment. I would if I had money! Men may only be the equal of a woman, after all, not superior, so why should this not be the case for heels?

An idea for a new thread, a mix of this theme and the pictures from the other topic group.

I'll start.

Taken fifteen minutes before posting this.

You can fault my little web camera, but it works!

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I have to be me.

No one else is going to do it!

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If I can get a cut of that, I am in. However, that would attarct the wrong crowd. We would need a second site with no forum, to control the... potential chaos.

Are the tendrils that lay coiled behind the shoes part of some mechanical beast that ate the person who wore those shoes? I sometimes wonder what wet and messy would be like. I splash puddled, but that is more about making the water splash than getting wet.

Inga - I have not had Chicken's Feet, but then I do not frequent many Chinese restaurants. I have my favourite and order from it too often I have eaten a baby octopus. They serve it intact after cleaning, on a cucumber flower. To look at it... let's just say my friend told me to ignore who it looked and eat it. It tasted really good. Francis, the squid tentacles being crunchy: They are in a bit of flour and then quick fried, so it is more of a crispy outside and soft inside. After all, qith Squids, it is either cook for two minutes, or cook for an hour. That is the one rule that determines if it will be good. Raw, sliced tentacle is also good off a larger specimen. Was this not Oscar talk? How to link this... Oscars reward movie stars, movie stars like sushi and chinese food, so... there, the link! We are talking about Oscar winners and their favourite foods we may life. And I would be interested in ttrying frog one day. If I can eat tofu (in Miso soup is best) I figure I can eat almost anything.

Well it is about time you started to power post, Charlie! And yes, many cannot walk in heels. The toes point to the sides, the walk is not smooth. The legs seem to jolt and can even make a woman seem frumpy. I make sure I watch myself walk whenever there is a reflection. I may not be the girl with the sexiest walk when I am in five inch heels, but at five, I walk so much better than women in two and three inchers.

On 2002-03-31 03:55, Firefox wrote:

Aha... the Oxfords revealed, thanks Laura They look a touch higher than 4" too and a nice style which would go with lots of clothes.

Yes, wink wink indeed. I measured the heel, it is spot on four inches. I have pictures that make the heel look smaller than four as well, this must be a ying and yang thing, balancing that out.

As for going with a lot of different clothes, they do, and they are great. The lack of a tongue allows more foot to show, and these oxfords look great with fishnet stockings, even if pants are being worn.

They are my all purpose adventure shoes for the time being.

On 2002-03-30 18:48, hoverfly wrote:

Hear is another one. Suck up to those who you want to give gift certificates to you on your B-day. I bet you would have more success getting your male coworkers to donate to your B-day

That's not going to happen. Male co workers are not noticing my shoes, just my hair. Everyone notices my hair. No one noticed my shoes. I may get shampoo and conditioner and some peroxide for touch ups...

And likely, co workers will take me out for Sushi before getting me gift certificates. Which is fine as well. The doctor did say I need to have more salmon for the Omega 3...

I am starting to like the lobster idea a bit more. And if I mess the shoes by using them on the lobster, I can post the pictures on a fetish site. maybe sell them for big money! Some people like that sort of thing.

On 2002-03-30 11:00, Francis wrote:

Embarrassed by the thought of rejection. All males suffer this at some point in their lives, especially before maturing.

He likes what he sees, but has no real idea of how to approach a girl in these circumstances.

This syndrome is all an affliction for pre teen girls, who think the members of boy bands are so dreamy, yet could never get out more than screams if such a boy band member were to say hello.