mlroseplant

It seems unlikely that you will get an answer to your question, as most of the people in this thread are no longer with us. At least one of the people is literally no longer with us, and the rest I assume have simply stopped participating in our little community. I would answer your question myself, if only I knew the answer.

I've had this happen before, but it seems to be more extreme this year. Either that, or I'm walking longer distances that I used to. I have instituted a new policy when it comes to wearing shoes which have been unworn for a while. Of course, I have a checkoff list for this, which bears the heading "Vetting." I do a test walk of a mile or less, just to see where the hot spots are, if any. Sometimes, this problem goes away by itself, and sometimes there are shoes which always require some sort of barrier, such as a Bandaid, to wear for any length of time. I've got a list for that, too. Fat lot of good it's done me in the past couple of weeks! I have the same problem with sensitivity on my right big toe, at the base of my toenail. This has been an issue for decades. I can certainly remember having this problem in my 20s, and that of course was with flats. But only certain shoes do it, and some worse than others. Our bodies are at once amazing and frustrating! In other news, I went to a college senior voice recital a couple of nights ago. A young man who sings bass in our church choir will be graduating soon, and we will miss him, both for his personality and his musical talents. He had a pretty good crowd of perhaps approaching 100 people, including about a dozen of us from the church choir. I was the only one in the whole hall wearing heels, and I had walked from my house to the venue. Alas, I had an unfortunate event with my shoes. After everything was over, I started to walk home. I didn't get 20 steps out the door, and the sole of my shoe came unglued to the extent that it was impossible to walk safely. I had to walk home barefoot. Luckily, it was only 4/10ths of a mile, and the shoe is easily repairable. Also, by that time it was dark. I don't think anybody saw me clearly.

I must have done so many times, but you know, I really can't remember, in the same way that I do not remember stepping on the brake pedal when I parked the car last night. I shall have to pay more attention next time, should I find myself seated on a barstool again some day.

In Iowa, there is nothing like the MoT inspection required. There used to be. They got rid of that when I was a kid. I remember the sticker you had to put in the corner of your windscreen every year. Then they went to requiring inspection only when you sold the car. A decade later, they got rid of it completely. I remember as a pre-teen looking through the newspaper classifieds (remember them?) at used cars. The seller would list them as "red title" if the car couldn't pass inspection. One used to be able to pick such cars up for a little bit of nothing. We have never had any kind of emissions test. I am completely ignorant of what the other 49 states do or do not require. Expanding on the general subject, and again this is for the State of Iowa, if a vehicle sustains damage that exceeds 70% of its fair market value before the damage, then it is given a Salvage title, and cannot legally be operated on public roads. If one repairs such a vehicle, at that point it must be inspected. If it passes inspection, the vehicle will be given a Rebuilt title (which, up until a few years ago, they used to call a Prior Salvage title).

I don't have any more car stories today. Actually, I do, but I think we're all getting tired of car stories. Today, I wish to complain about my shoes. When I say complain, it's in a softer sense. It's more of a puzzlement. My poor feet have been taking a beating lately, in more ways than one. As the weather gets warmer, I am gradually breaking out the lighter shoes and sandals. They who had been my longtime friends are not necessarily so friendly at present. During a particularly warm day a couple of weeks ago, I ventured out in my Bebe wooden sandals, which are normally good for several miles/all day. I consider them mid-heels, and they are real leather. Not the nicest looking things, but they are comfortable. However, they ate holes in my feet in under two miles on their first journey of the season, severe enough that it's taken about three weeks for them to heal completely. And then last night, I wore my Steve Madden beige colored pumps for several hours, including to choir rehearsal. Although they did not do any visible damage to my feet, I could feel a lot of pressure on the outsides of my feet around the bases of my little toes (left and right equally). The pain was limited to that, but that's bad enough. It's very distracting when you're trying to have a conversation with somebody, and all you can think about is that you want to get out of those shoes. That ain't no way to live. So what gives? Why would these former friends turn on me like this? Do you suppose I'm pregnant?

I did not expect to be writing this so soon, but the Oldsmobile rides again! She starts, runs, moves forward and backward, turns, and most importantly, stops. I drove it about 5 miles last night. It's all right. Pretty much what I remember from when I was a kid. Whitewall tires are ordered (almost impossible to find now), and the beast actually has insurance on it now. Once the tires get here, we'll have to take it out on the highway and see how she behaves. Ain't no way I'd go over about 40 mph with the tires that are on it right now. To bring it back in, no, I did not wear heels on my first time behind the wheel. But I did wear my favorite nude patent flat sandals! I don't know if my son really wants me wearing heels in that car anyway. It would be a shame to poke a hole in pretty much pristine 52 year old carpet.

I will let you know when the Olds is reliable enough to actually drive it. Sometimes I worry that I don't say "no" enough to my kid. This certainly would have been a time to do so. However, I figure I'm doing the public a valuable service. Not only is my son too busy to get into trouble, he usually has someone over to help him, either work on the car/motorbike, or play music. By extension, I figure I'm keeping several young boys out of trouble, which is good for them, and good for the community. See how I justified all this expense? Plus, once mowing season starts, my son owes me some money. Since I started working all this overtime, my son has stepped up and is cooking three meals a week, which was about three times more than I expected. I figured one, maybe two occasionally. On Sundays, we go through the cookbook, make a list, and go grocery shopping together. For having little experience cooking, he doesn't do all that bad! Even Mama has quit yelling at him in Vietnamese quite as frequently these days. I don't mind spoiling him a little bit.

The Oldsmobile almost rides again! My son, though quite sensible for his age, was not really grounded in reality when he decided he had to have this land yacht. What initially began as simply needing a starter has ballooned into completely cleaning out the entire fuel system, including dropping the gas tank, to get rid of the skunkiest gasoline I have ever encountered in my life. I tried to light a paper towel soaked in this gasoline. It would not burn. I am somewhat impressed by him though. There are not very many 16 year old kids left in this world who can take a carburetor to pieces, put it back together, and still have it work. Next, with the 455 Rocket engine back in the game, we blew a hole in the side of the radiator. New radiator. Next, the brakes ceased to function. That's kind of where we're at right now, waiting on parts (which are surprisingly available and cheap). He, in his teenage brain, did not see all of this coming, but I sure did. . . Oh, and we need to buy tires, which are not cheap. Good thing I'm employed again.

I suppose in the strictest sense of the word, "indemnity" is not correct, since you can't really put a number on a person's life like you can a house or a car or a hospital bill, but yeah, it's a catchy film title. And now, for something completely different. Yet another subject having nothing to do with high heels. So, last week, my son bought THIS f'ing thing! It has a 455 Rocket. Mama was not real happy, but she has stoically accepted it, just as she has my high heels.

My wife is very strange. She actually prefers Coffee Mate to actual cream or milk. Then again, she keeps tomatoes in the refrigerator. Some things, you just learn to accept or ignore. After one week back in the saddle, it's not so bad. My only objection to the job is that there's too much of it. I will be heading to work today shortly (on Saturday). That ain't no way to live, but the old bank account is going to recover quickly.

I have never had the experience of flying in heels, and it's entirely possible that I never will. I would seem to be cut out for the endeavor, though. The last time I saw a passenger in heels was probably around 15 years ago, but they were doozies! Like 6 inch platform heels. Asian flight attendants always have very specific uniform shoes, and the airport ones are invariably 2 1/2". Occasionally, I have seen an American F/A with 4 inchers. Not very often.

My wife always wears her ankle bracelet underneath hosiery (where applicable), but that's probably because she never takes it off. I am a recovering coffee snob. I used to buy the freshest beans from my local roaster, grind them by hand in my Zassenhaus grinder, and make one cup at a time pouring hot water over the grounds. Now, I just drink whatever my wife buys from Costco using the automatic coffee maker. We still buy whole bean, though. When I'm in coffee snob mode, I tend to prefer the African coffees in general, especially Ethiopian. I find Colombian coffee to be overrated.

It is kind of depressing, isn't it? The folks in my church choir may or may not know about my work situation, but one of them informed me last night that my future employment situation seems secure. It was announced a couple of days ago that an IT company had bought land to build seven large data center buildings a mere 10 miles from my house. This is a big enough project to last more than five years. I told him that that was not necessarily good news at all. Great. Another data center. Give me something else, please! Data centers are at once boring and stressful. Not to mention exhausting. I would rather work at Firestone than data centers, and that's saying something (a tire factory can be very dirty).

It is very difficult on this forum to actually highjack somebody's thread, because nobody is really fussed about it, including me. To address the subject, I'm never sure exactly what is going to draw any particular person's attention. Short shorts with very high heels tends to do it, but not always. Depends on the circumstances. This winter, I have been complimented on my coat, my hat, and my tie, but never my knee high boots (worn on the outside, of course). I would think that some of my noisier shoes would draw attention, I mean, how could they not? I have a couple of pairs that are bordering on obnoxious indoors on a hard surface.

It is possible that he noticed, but had the discipline to keep his eyes on my face. There are, in fact, some guys who have that discipline. I'm one of them, but just barely. I can remember, years ago, I used to carpool with this guy, and one day my ex-wife happened to be home and outside one day when we had just returned from work. For whatever reason, she was wearing a very low cut top on that particular day (and high heels, as well!). I figured it would be rude if I didn't at least introduce them, so I said, "Come on, Phil, we better say hi to my wife." The conversation was not long, but after Phil left, my ex-wife commented, in a complimentary way, that he maintained eye contact the entire time and did not look at her bosom. I talked to Phil about it the next day, and he admitted it was very difficult not to look. I find myself in the same situation with shoes. Although my life in that respect is getting easier and easier all the time. I have to look at my own feet.

A report: I survived the first day of work. I think this is going to be all right. I actually walked a mile after supper, so I guess my energy level is high enough on Day 1. I'm on the fire alarm crew, which is not ideal but it's waaaaay better than doing underground! I ran into a guy I had worked with at some point in the past the other day at the grocery store. I was with my son. I was wearing my black Diane von Furstenberg clogs, which have 5 3/8" narrow heels (1" platform). I knew I knew the guy from work somewhere, but I couldn't think of his name (still can't). He sure knew mine. At any rate, it was patently obvious that he did not notice my shoes. Not everyone has an interest such as we. That's just weird, innit?

The commute is about half an hour each way. I did this for years in the past, and I thought I was done with it, but I guess fate had other plans. My plan is to work all the hours for at least a month, and get a feel for how management feels about people working less than that. I am not the only one in my orientation group who feels this way. We are paid quite well enough to more than make it on 40. OK, I'm signing off right now. Here we go!

I am so sorry to hear your news, Alex. Take care.

Yeah, I know that I don't have a lot to say that hasn't already been said. That's why I have to invent stuff like statistics, and even that only goes so far. I am wondering how my new job is going to affect my walk schedule. It's 58 hours a week, so that means that many hours plus commuting time will be spent in flatties. Will I be able to average a mile a day in heels or not? I'm hoping that I can, but I can also see it going by the wayside.

There isn't much going on here lately, so I decided to spend a few minutes and compile some personal high heel statistics. As I told about 2 1/2 months ago, I managed to walk approximately 350 documented miles in heels in 2024. I know that over the last 12 years of this adventure, my heels have gotten incrementally higher, so I was curious about what percentage of those 350 miles I walked in "high" heels vs. "mid" heels. My definition of a "high" heel is 4" or greater difference between heel and toe, subtracting out the thickness of the platform, where applicable. A "mid" heel to me is 3 - 3 7/8", using the same metric. So here are the numbers: 56.9% of the mileage was in "high" heels, and 43.1% was in "mid" heels. 0% for anything less than 3". I was able to get this information because I keep track of how many miles I walk in specific shoes, in addition to keeping a running total. I do this to keep track of how many miles I get out of heel tips, and ultimately the shoes themselves. For anybody who is curious, my most durable shoes to date are my True Religion mules, at 243 miles and still going strong. They are barely "high" heels with a 5" heel and 1" platform. In second place are my Nine West Sizzle oxfords at 196 miles. Those, unfortunately, are no longer with us. In other non-high heel news, I'm going back to work Monday. I really didn't want to take this job, but given what's happened in the last seven weeks, I figured it would behoove me to have a job, while there is still one available. At least I'll have friends there--it's not like I'll be a total stranger. I met a brother at orientation yesterday whom I hadn't seen in years. I hope we manage to get tooled up together.

I'm glad it didn't break at a more inopportune time. I don't think I've ever had a shoe failure right in front of someone, but I've sure had some inconvenient ones over the years. As far as knowing how many miles you have walked in the boots, a good indicator would be how many times you've had them reheeled. I typically get about 10 miles out of stiletto heel tips, but increase the diameter to 3/4" (still a slim heel, but definitely chunkier), and that average mileage increases to 50, easily. This is strictly outside walking, of course.

Times have definitely changed. I can remember working at a grocery store as a teenager, and you used to see heels all the time, often paired with a casual outfit. It wasn't a big deal. Now, it's a big deal! Even going to the downtown office district in the capital city is not a guarantee of heel sightings, and if you do get lucky, the shoes you will most likely see are usually nothing to write home about. Then again, my standards have gotten a little higher these days, no pun intended.

Yesterday at the grocery store, I saw a young woman (early to mid 20s) who looked like she had just come straight from church (as I had). She was wearing a nice A-line dress with adorable little booties that had maybe a 3 inch heel. Maybe it was only 2 1/2, but they were noisy, same as my shoes were. We passed each other in the aisle several times, and she gave me the eye, but we never spoke.

I guess we often talk about heels being a rarity, but I hadn't actually considered the type of heel in my occasional sightings. Come to think of it, I can't think of the last time I saw somebody wearing stilettos in person, i.e., not on social media. I'll have to make a note of it the next time I see it.

I did actually wear stilettos in public just yesterday, to my kid's jazz band concert. And even then, I seem to have attracted very little notice, despite there being hundreds of people there. And yet, at the same time, I was a unicorn. I was not the only one I saw who was wearing heels, but I was the only one in high stilettos. It hasn't always been this way. I've certainly been challenged and even heckled in the past.