mlroseplant

As a final followup to this thread, I have now worn the Elisabet Tang/GenShuo pumps out in public, and I can say that they're pretty decent for the money. I don't know if you pulled the trigger on that lot of them a month or so ago, but I think they would be well worth the money, provided that they actually fit. Both pairs I got had to spend some considerable time on the shoe stretcher. One thing that impresses me is that despite being fairly aggressive with the enbiggening device, nothing came loose, nothing broke, and the material didn't pucker permanently, as is often the case. They look and walk better than they have any right to at that price point.

Still no interaction between me and my high school classmate. I can't really blame him, he's got some major health issues going on right now, but it still seems strange to me that a guy I actually hung out with back in the day would boldly ask a question, and then not really react to the answer. On the other hand, the last time I actually saw the man, in my mid 20s, I was playing a gig at a bar with my band, and our drummer, 6 foot 4 and an imposing presence, had threatened to do harm to him. My last in-person mental image of him was his backside as he was running out the door. By the way, he deserved it. In other news, I'm still working overtime at the data center, and I have been getting up very early in the morning so that I can get my walks in. It's the only way. If I try to do it in the evenings, it ain't happening. I'm not good for anything after supper. I posted in the "New Shoes" thread, but I'll share some more photos of my Pentecost Sunday outfit. There's nothing really special about it, other than the red color, which is the liturgical color for that day. Now we're back to Ordinary Time until Advent, so everything will remain green for a long time. I've never felt comfortable taking pictures of myself, but I've tried some new poses that I picked up from social media. I hope I don't look like a complete idiot.

Fake patent leather stretches even less, which is why I had to be fairly mean to these shoes with the shoe stretcher to even get my feet in there. I probably should stick to Steve Madden, because size 9 is actually size 9, at least for the moment.

I haven't bought any new shoes in over three months. However, I have several pair purchased in 2024 which have not made it onto this thread. Up for your consideration today are my red Genshuo pumps in fake patent leather. I also have these in beige/tan/nude, whatever you want to call that neutral color. I originally bought the beige pair to replace my Steve Madden Klory pumps, which had developed a wonky heel. Because I have several pair that are similar, I suppose ebay's algorithm pushed inexpensive pumps to my feed. I bit. Not a week later, I saw the red pair and had to have them. This shade of red is just brilliant, and that in combination with the super slim heel got to me. Speaking of which, the heel is a full 4 3/4" tall, so I can say I have 120s, though I think a true 120 would actually be more like 125 mm in my size. The heel width is quite slim at around 7.5 mm. The problem with these shoes is that they are really too small for me. I usually take a 9, but I could probably use a 9 1/2 in these. I don't think they make half sizes, but at any rate, the shoe stretcher has allowed me to wear them in reasonable comfort. I wore them to church (red for Pentecost Sunday), and had them on for about 3 hours. I could have gone longer, but that was plenty, especially considering that I'm not really ready for heels that high. I can walk, but reviewing the livestream footage, it's not especially pleasant to watch. I'm not awkward enough to be embarrassing, but not graceful enough to meet my standards. Workin' on it. One last note. These are the quietest stilettos I've ever worn or heard. They are eerily silent, even on tile floors. That just seems wrong.

Good luck to you in your recovery. It looks like you've got some pretty solid stuff there--nothing too crazy, but stylish and very nice looking. I don't love wedges either, but they do have their practical purposes!

I too have wondered why I have heard that same comment over and over again, "Oh, I can't wear heels." Or, alternatively, "I can't wear heels anymore." I understand that there are some valid physical reasons why somebody can't wear heels, or at least not for very long. However, thinking back to my own experience, I think a lot of these obstacles can be overcome. It's just that overcoming the physical challenge of wearing heels requires a lot of work, and I don't think most women want to put in that kind of effort. Or perhaps it would never occur to them that it's a skill rather than just a fashion choice. In any case, it's generally a conversation that can't go well. This is why I tend to say very little in reply to such comments, and do much as you did, saying something like, "Ehhh, they're really not all that bad."

It almost hurts to think about, but at the time I was just an apprentice, and the year did not start with a "2." I learned a lot on that job. Not only about how to be an industrial electrician, but how to get along with people as well. There were people from all over the world on that job.

The reason I don't see so many heels is because I spent the majority of my waking hours at a construction site. Having said that, I can remember back in the day when a building was nearly complete, the owner would give tours to groups of people (I always assumed that they were employees/bosses at the company). Invariably, there would be several women in high heels during tours through a building under construction. I can recall another job site I worked on where the female engineer would show up every week to check things out in 4 inch block heeled boots. That was the Barilla pasta plant, and the engineer was actually from Italy. That may have had something to do with not only her footwear, but her impeccable sense of style, despite being on a construction site. The concrete floors were in by that time. It's not like she was stepping over clods of dirt in heels.

I'm going to hazard a guess that nothing's ever going to come of this strange little interaction. No reply to my last transmission for two days. Just a "like." I've got better things to do.

Got a strange message on social media a couple of days ago. It was a friend from high school who asked in a private message, "Hey look--I am in no position to judge anyone, but I was wondering when you decided to wear women's shoes... Are they comfier, because my feet hurt." This really seems a little off to me for an initial contact message. No "Hey, how's it going? It's been years and years!" or anything like that. As I had accepted his contact request maybe a month ago, I can only assume that he picked up on one of the remarklably few photos of me that show my shoes, and none of those really feature the shoes. After I came home from work, I messaged him with some short answers, and he responded to them with similarly short answers. I'm quite sure he was otherwise occupied, because the conversation trailed off rather abruptly. I'm glad I did not invest a whole lot of time into an explanation. We'll see what happens in the days to come.

As you will in a smaller community. I know it wasn't your intention when you started this thread, but it seems that we are the people mostly seen out and about.

Using the word "delusional" is a translation from my wife's English to the King's English, but I think it's a pretty accurate one. The only thing that has changed in the last decade is the scope and intensity of her disdain. Before, she believed that every single person was staring at me every minute we were in public, and probably pointing and laughing. Now, she believes that every person who gives me a compliment is merely teasing me. There is, of course, a kernel of truth to both of these. I'm sure that a small percentage of the time, both are true. Let's face it, I'm not for everyone.

I would like to visit Toronto someday. It just hasn't been a priority. I even have relatives there, some of whom I've never met.

While out shopping the other day, I saw a woman wearing shorts with knee high boots. The boots are what I would call flat, but they did have modest separate heels maybe 1 1/2" tall. Her top was long sleeved and sort of flowy. The shorts were short, but not shockingly so. I approved of her outfit in theory, but something seemed a little off. It was when I met her in another aisle that I realized that the woman had to be at least 60, and possibly more. She was with another younger woman who appeared to be her daughter. The daughter was dressed normally for an American in sweatpants and a t-shirt at least one size too big. Because of hair dye and good physical appearance, I had at first assumed the woman was much younger, and yet there was this indescribable quality that made me think, "Why does this outfit look less than awesome on her?" Don't get me wrong, I'm not being ageist, I don't believe there is an age when women should dress a certain way, or stop dressing a certain way, but this was not really happening for her, even though I cannot point to any one thing. I wouldn't have thought another minute about this encounter, which did not involve any conversation or contact, but here I am, days later, thinking about it for one rather selfish reason: Do I look like that when I'm out and about? I know I shock people for a completely different reason, but I think I do the shorts thing rather better. Perhaps I am delusional, as my wife has insisted I am for some time.

I remember the 90s as being some pretty dark days as far as being able to purchase decent looking shoes. My memory isn't what it used to be, but all I can remember is giant ugly platforms with lugged soles, and the jeans that girls would wear too long on purpose so that the hem would get stepped on and get all ratty looking. I also fail to remember my very first high heel purchase. I can remember my first pair of heels, but I didn't buy them, I actually found them. Inside the bass drum of the drum kit in the high school choir room. I know they were some girl's show choir shoes from a previous year, because I recognized them. I paid attention to such things. They sat in that bass drum for quite some time, probably unbeknownst to anybody but me, and I finally decided that they needed a better home. In retrospect, they were kind of ugly. I'm not going to waste a lot of time trying to recreate their likeness, but they were very 80s looking open-toed pumps with fake stacked heels, dangerously close in lack of height to being kitten heels. And they actually fit me. I remember wishing many times that they were 4 inchers, but alas, they were barely half that. I have to fast forward us about 25 years before I bought actual real heels for myself to actually wear in actual life.

Yes, even if the caption is inaccurate. Shouldn't that read "World of High Shafts?"

The wife and I made a Costco run yesterday. Sometimes I take this approximately monthly opportunity to be a little ambitious with my outfit, and sometimes I don't. Yesterday was the latter situation--I didn't have the energy or desire to wear truly "high" shoes. I literally need to warm up for half an hour to wear "high" shoes anymore. So I chose my Söfft ivory sandals (model name unknown), which are effective 3 1/2" heels. While in the store, I was accosted (and yes, that is pretty close to the right word) by a young-ish woman, who demanded to know where I got my shoes. I told the truth, and said I didn't remember exactly. I kind of hate doing that, but these days, not only is it the truth, but I have to inform people that this particular model (pretty much the case with whatever I wear) hasn't been made for at least 15 years, and good luck finding it. Thus far I have refrained from pontificating further on the state of current fashionable footwear, which I find either boring or ugly, or both!

I wonder what he's got on underneath those boots? I personally find that I cannot wear traditionally tailored suitpants with tall boots, because there is too much fabric there to stuff in, and it ends up billowing out in unflattering places after a bit of movement.

The "once-over" was not what I would consider a negative one, it was a curious one. Realize that my assessment is based upon a split second impression that was made before I realized who the guy was. lHad I not been in a hurry, I would have said hello, and the conversation would have been pleasant, if not brilliant. He is also in construction, though he is now retired. How we have not run into each other in the last 10 years, I have no idea. I see his sons around town often, and I still to this day do not call them immediately by name, because they are identical twins. From a distance, they still look very much alike, even though they are now approaching 50. And I can attest to context being everything. It is very jarring, and sometimes downright confusing to meet one of my colleagues outside of work. For one thing, people can look very different without a hard hat!

I sure got noticed the other day. It was the one day we've had so far this year that it was warm enough for me to wear shorts. I don't even remember what shoes I had on, but obviously, it was some sort of high heeled sandals. I was getting fuel for my car, and I got the once-over from an older man, which is no big deal, lots of older people are less than discreet about looking. I thought nothing of it, but when I stepped up to the counter to pay, I realized that I knew the guy. It had been a number of years since we'd seen each other, and for whatever reason, it didn't dawn on him that it was me. Since I was in kind of a hurry, I turned a little to the side and pretended not to see him. Recognition would have cost me at least 10 minutes, and probably more. Had I been in jeans and work boots, I wonder if he would have recognized me. We were not just casual acquaintances.

It seems that my shoe collection has gained some stability lately, as I haven't purchased any new shoes in about three months. With that stability, I realize that my whole philosophy toward shoes has changed somewhat. I used to say that if I couldn't walk two miles in reasonable comfort, I would get rid of the shoes. I gave lip service to this mantra for a number of years, but now I realize that I have to back off of it because I would estimate that I've never walked two miles in over half my current collection. Not all at once, anyway. It's not that I couldn't potentially walk two miles in any of my shoes, it's just that I don't want to. I pretty much don't walk in stilettos anymore because the heel tips wear out far too fast, it's way too easy to damage the heels putting that many miles on them in the real world, and it's not necessarily all that fun, paying hyper attention to every crack in the sidewalk. Sure, I do it occasionally just to prove I still can, but not on the regular. As a result, I have a whole bunch of dressier shoes that have never seen the two mile circuit, and probably never will. And I will not get rid of them.

An update on the Wilia3s: They're fine. They might even be decent walking sandals, but I know if I wear them too much for that purpose, I'll wind up damaging the gold finish, and then they won't be suitable to wear for dressier occasions. I have walked a mile in these with no issues and worn them to church. They are stiff in the way that non-leather shoes are, but not uncomfortable.

Sometimes I wonder if I ever got the chance to wear heels to work whether I'd regret it or not. I've come to the realization that they're not practical in all situations.

I was inspired by your post to drag out my Elisabet Tang pumps to see if I could make them work. The answer to that question is yes, I think they will in fact be wearable with the judicious use of the shoe stretcher. However, I chose otherwise for church last Sunday. I am simply not prepared to wear 120 mm + shoes in public yet, especially when I'll be recorded. I'm getting there, but the process is slow.

What a coincidence that there are several of us here that were attracted to go-go boots initially. In my case, I caught the tail end of that particular fashion, because all my memories of such were girls in elementary school. By the time I got to junior high, it was cowgirl boots or the wooden heeled sandals that I favor to this day.