mlroseplant

Well, shut my mouth! That's a new one on me. I've never had the heel actually measure higher than advertised. Had the opposite plenty of times. What exactly is the problem with wearing jeans? Hem length?

Nice sandals there. I think we are down to mere weeks until I can wear my sandals again without looking super strange (too late for that, I know). My personal wedge collection is down to 10, and I don't have any that I would call high. I've still got a couple of giant platforms left, but my sensibilities have changed. I either wear low heels, like the pair pictured below (a throwback to the old drain pipe days!), or I tend to choose wedges with relatively narrow heels. I should probably look for some more like these black ones. I am down to my last pair in this style. They don't last forever.

We are like the only 6 people on the planet who care about such things. Even my fashionista people don't understand how trigonometry relates to high heels. Few, if any, have any concept of the height of the heels they wear or don't wear. Until very recently, I just used the actual heel measurement in our conversation here. I figured my size 40 was close enough--and it probably is for 99.9% of the people in the world. For this challenge, however, actual steepness actually matters, so I changed my way of stating it, in order to have and apples to apples comparison. I can remember a former member here, years ago, saying he'd spent the entire day in 4 inch heels. Pretty impressive until you actually saw the shoes. In his size, they were almost like kitten heels!

Yeah, it's pretty tough going out there these days if you can't find something vintage. I'm glad you managed to find something that works, and isn't completely offensive.

As I work in the construction industry, and I don't necessarily have a fixed place of employment, I rely upon my car to get me to work. Sometimes that work has been pretty far away from my house, but in the last decade or so, I could count on putting about 15,000 miles a year on my car. However, since purchasing my Yamaha Majesty maxi-scooter, that number has been cut in half. Yeah, I actually ride mine, it's not a toy.

Yeah, if I lived alone, I'd probably do the same. But instead, I married a Vietnamese lady. She likes it considerably warmer in the house. When we were first married, she felt awfully guilty about how much the (natural) gas bill was in the winter, so she tried to make up for it in the summer. I'd come home from working in the 95º sun all day, and the house was 85º! We'd just installed a brand new air conditioner, but she refused to use it. Of course, this was long before I started wasting a lot of money on shoes. That changed everything.

Haha, you are not wrong! We drive everywhere. It's a shame that it's that way, but it is. A car is not a luxury in the U.S., it's an absolute necessity, outside of maybe New York City or Chicago. Having said that, I've never known anybody to actually move their car during a trip to the shopping mall. The more common experience is to forget where you parked. But who goes to a mall anymore? That's so 1990s! I'm only 90% kidding.

@bluejay, it is fascinating to me to note where all of our collective significant others draw the line. Some don't like it at all, some tolerate it, and some seem to be totally accepting. For me personally, if I got my nails done or wore a dress, that would cross a hard line. My wife would have a cow. However, it is (maybe not quite perfectly) acceptable for me to wear stiletto heels. Yes, I'll try on my sweater dresses, but I don't see me wearing them out and about.

Hopefully the boots can be fixed, especially if it's not as wonky as my Michael Kors sandals got. @pebblesf My cobbler, Marty, will gladly fix loose heels, but declines to touch anything having to do with a shank. I can understand why, because he's busy enough that he probably doesn't want to mess with it. It's a rather involved repair. As far as photographing heels to get an idea of their steepness, it is a very tricky business. If you've ever noticed in my own photos, I tend to pose in what is perhaps a less than natural way for the express purpose of showing the heel height. Whether this is actually necessary with y'all is perhaps open to debate, but it's something I've got in the habit of doing. A 10º difference in angle with make a heel look way different than it actually is. In addition to optical delusions (as I like to call them), I have run into several situations where I cannot get the ruler to agree with the feel of the shoe, and sometimes the look as well. I have some shoes that measure pretty tall, but do not feel it or look it. And yet the ruler doesn't lie, right? I also have a couple pairs that feel insanely steep, but I can't manage to get the ruler to reflect that. I guess I should worry less about numbers, maybe. My latest training shoes, pictured above somewhere, measure 13.3 cm, which translates to 12.5 cm in size 38, and they feel to me exactly like those numbers would suggest. I need to pace around in them for a good 5-10 minutes before I don't feel completely stupid wearing them, and even then, though I haven't measured, I feel like I can only get the heels about 1/4 inch (or 6 mm) off the ground, standing on tiptoe. I feel like until that distance improves, there's only so much improvement I can make.

It sounds like you have a reasonably active day, and the figure of 15.5 km sounds about right, particularly if you've got a bit of walking to do to make it to your office from home. I haven't been to Germany in a very long time, but my recollection is that you guys walk a lot more in general everyday life than we do here in the U.S. Were I to track my "incidental" walking in high heels, I'm sure it would be very little. Since I can't wear heels at work, I very much have to practice on purpose, which is why I do have a rather accurate log of how far I walk. At work, I never really bother to keep track of the distance, but sometimes look at the step count for fun. It's very easy to tell which days a truck came in and had to be unloaded!

I suppose I should break out my few sweater dresses and try them on while I have some free time. I think I wore one of them one time out in public. That's one of those things which does not really take up a lot of room in my house, but yet, if I'm not going to wear them, why do I keep them around? We'll see.

That is very disappointing indeed. Over the years, that has happened to me a number of times (usually just flat-out breaking rather than twisting). The problem is, I don't know what you can do about it, other than never wear the shoes. I'm sure this could theoretically somehow be fixed, but by whom, and for what price? I hope you find something soon.

Oh, it gets worse. I also have a blackboard in my music/shoe room upon which I chalk out what my son and I need to practice for the following Sunday, and then it also has on it the five meals we've planned for the week, referencing the cookbook and page number, where applicable. That reminds me, I really need to go clap the erasers sometime soon. The one thing that it might be nice to convert to some sort of spreadsheet is my walking mileage data. That is currently on a "note" in my phone, but it's a true note--there's no smartness to it. If I make a mistake, or fat-finger something, data is corrupted or simply lost. When I say that I've walked 2,700 miles in heels since I started doing this in 2013, I cannot guarantee that whatever the exact number it is that day is 100% accurate. That's because I cannot guarantee that I haven't made a mistake with my arithmetic at some point in the last 13 years. It seems very likely that I would have made at least one error in that time. Still, it's a very close approximation. That's a whole 'nother discussion right there. How GPS has influenced Gen Z's perception of the geographical world.

Yeah, there's the rub. If you want something truly great, it's going to take your artistic imagination, and way more time and effort than I will ever spend trying to photograph my own heels. I always end up doing the same three or four poses on my back deck, junky extension ladder and all. The most exciting thing about the pictures is keeping everyone guessing whether I will get my heel caught in the gaps between the boards. But then, the purpose of my photographs is not to be great art. I'm not really sure what they're supposed to be. I share them with you guys and one other person, my friend from university. At least I don't take pictures in a dirty mirror anymore.

It's a bit of silly personal history, but I bought my first SLR (a Pentax K1000) when I was 11 years old, with money I saved from delivering newspapers. I've never been a good photographer, but I've always appreciated those who are. Until fairly recently, I've always had a decent camera around. But can you believe, I've got nothing but a 4 year old phone now? How sad!