mlroseplant

Hello from Kentucky! I finally got the chance to meet TBG in person after at least 7 years of online/phone communication. We played a lot of music together. My son proved that he can largely keep up with us, even at only 16 years old. Sorry to be a little cryptic, but I want to protect the man’s privacy. Those who know, know. I know many wonder what happened to him.

In just 24 hours, my son and I will embark on a motorbike tour, kind of like we did last year, but more ambitious this time. We will be staying in Kentucky, West Virginia, and Indiana for our overnights. I have reluctantly decided to wear work boots on this trip, and I might bring along one pair of heels, I might not. Part of this decision is a practical one--it's simply easier to do everything in work boots rather than heels. The other part is social. I asked the guy in West Virginia about wearing heels in his neck of the woods, and while he didn't have a violent negative reaction to the idea, I decided right then and there that I was going to wear my work boots and not high heels. I mean, what would really be the point? It's not like I'm going to be doing a whole lot of walking on this trip. Anyway, I probably will not post anything until I get back at the end of next week. There will be nothing to post if I'm not wearing heels, innit?

Welcome back! I was idly wondering what happened to you. Sorry to hear about your injuries. I hope you have managed to recover. Although I haven't given up my HHP habit, I have spent less time on here in favor of pounding the pavement most mornings before work.

Update: My achilles tendon seems to be just fine for the first time in a decade. My big toe joint is much less painful than before, and even my hands feel pretty good lately. Of course, that may be because it's summer, and it's been a hot one. We'll see if this lasts another six months.

My friends and I call it Home Despot. However, I can't say that I've had any bad experiences at Home Despot. I'd rather go to my locally owned lumber yard or hardware store, if I can. They don't mind my heels, either.

I'm pretty sure I could hang, even on cobblestones, but I wouldn't really want to be around that many people by choice.

Wow, over a year has gone by already! The black True Religion mules have 270 miles on them now, making them my most durable shoes ever. I actually had to have new soles put on them. The brown ones are an adequate substitute for the black comfort-wise, but for whatever reason I don't wear them much. I've barely worn the orange ones at all. They just rarely seem to be at the top of my "what to wear" mood. It will be interesting to see what eventually makes the black pair fail. Number one reason for my high mileage shoes failing is a broken shank. These mules do not appear to have a shank, as I would guess the wood composite material they are made of is rigid enough to not need reinforcing. If I can keep from losing a sole or a heel without noticing it, I predict these sandals will wear out on the inside first. They are starting to show signs of that now. Even though it's embossed into the leather, you cannot read the brand name of the shoe on the footbed, or tell that it was ever there in the first place.

HA! I got a private message on social media after church today saying, "I didn't see you after church to beg for your approval on my improved shoe choice." Accompanying this was a photo of her feet in red sandals with wedge heels. Pretty cute overall! I feel a little bit funny about sharing it here, so I'll just share what I wore. I was kind of ambitious this week, with Michael Kors almost vintage sandals (circa 2012) with 5 1/2" heels, 1" platform.

The stories I seem to remember predate the skorts. And they involved Steve. How is Steve these days? Haven't heard from him in an age! Here is what I wore to church today. Ankle breakers, is what my friend called them.

I have tried to read Leviticus several times, and I just can't get through it. Somehow or other I always gloss through all that stuff and wind up at Joshua.

In neither case of forced shoe removal was it a broken heel. I suppose my hypothetical sign should have said, "MY SHOE BROKE." I've only had two heels actually break in 13 years, and neither of them were stilettos. I've had stilettos come loose before, but that's easily fixed. Usually what happens is that the shank breaks, allowing the heel to go all wonky. But these you can sort of deal with without removing your shoes. You might look a little funny, but you can deal with it. The reason I chose to remove my shoes in the two cases mentioned above is because if I didn't, it would have ruined the shoes. In one case, I lost a top lift (heel tip) on one of my sandals, and whatever wooden composite material the heels are made from does not resist abrasion very well. Once replaced (several times by now), those same sandals have lasted 268 miles and counting. I would have hated to lose that pair over a matter of pride. The other time I had to hoof it home shoeless was when the entire sole peeled off my pump, seemingly without warning. The only thing holding it on was the bit that's on the front part of the high heel. No amount of extreme high stepping would make this shoe wearable. Ripping the sole the rest of the way off seemed like a foolish option when the repair was so easy once I got home. The other sole had just started to come loose in the same way. I chose contact cement for the repair, and they seem to be doing just fine.

I've had it happen to me twice where I basically didn't have any choice but to walk home barefoot. It's funny you should mention being more mature and not caring what others think, but carrying a pair of heels while walking barefoot adds a whole new layer of self-consciousness for some reason. I felt like I wanted to hang a big flashing sign around my neck that said, "MY HEEL BROKE."

Hello and welcome. I do not believe you have been unfairly treated. If memory serves, nobody is allowed to post pictures until they have been a member for a while and made a number of posts.

I haven't seen shoes like that in years. I didn't find them particularly attractive in the 1990s, but I was rather impressed that girls wore them literally everywhere. Even to work in the grocery store, or for an entire shift as a waitress. Of course now, it doesn't seem nearly that impressive, but at the time. . .

Yeah, that's the thing, we're not pretenders here. When we wear heels, we actually wear heels. I cannot and will not claim to wear 12 cm "all the time," because that would be a lie. However, I do feel comfortable in 10 cm (4 inch) pretty much indefinitely. I haven't had the opportunity for a heeling marathon for quite a while, but I'm pretty confident in that assertion.