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Isolathor - Please thank your wife for allowing you to post her pictures. They are not only beautiful, they are very inspirational for high heels wearers!
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4 hours ago, Isolathor said:
Well, she is 60 in the pictures above, but still young at heart and mind ..... 😉
I really hope I can wear my 5 inch heels at 60! Incredible 👍
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You said you've been married almost 39 years, which makes your wife at least in her mid 50s. I can't believe my eyes. She doesn't look a day over 40! I love those stockings. As for height of heels, I agree with your wife and prefer the 5 inch heels. They are more uncomfortable, but if she's like me, she's "willing to suffer to look sexy."
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I didn't see the first post, but I will comment on Isolathor's wife. She is beautiful, stunning and sexy. You did all right for yourself, Sir. I hope my husband thinks the same of me when he sees me but in all honesty, I don't hold a candle to your wife 😉
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I'll be back! Sometimes life gets in the way (haha)
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On 11/28/2020 at 9:33 AM, Chorlini said:
Here's what my observation in regards to heels are.
Chunky heels 2" doable for most women.
3", chunky or stiletto's, high heel territory for most women these days.
4" and platforms with stiletto heels, wow, you slut! We're now entering fetish territory here for most women. Bedroom stuff.
5" and up? Unthinkable territory for the vast majority of women.
Sorry, not buying it. That's like saying my granddad smoked 2 packs a day and lived to be a 100. Exceptions to the rules do not make the rule. When I see young women dressed out for a night out in their miniskirts and tights I still see them wearing combat boots, uggs, sneakers and flipflops. Hell, even ballerina's are becoming endangered shoe wear as far as young women are concerned.
A: Exceptions to the rule do not make a rule. There are still some women who like corsets. And yet tight lacing has been dead and buried since WW1.
B: Instagram is basically full of Insta-thots who are looking for male attention to milk the simps for money. Not saying these ladies are that, but it is happening and sadly because of insta-thots its the first thing that comes to my mind.
I agree. They'll be far more likely to wear flat ankle boots with some bling on them then heels. It's over. High heels are going the way that corsets have gone, the fetish niche.
Ladies who do that tend to stop doing that once they get what they want. Unless its for male attention and money online. And besides, I do not get the impression that the flat heeled ladies out there are starved for male attention. There are a LOT of men out there that are desperate for a girl friend and most women don't seem to think its necessary to wear them to attract men. In fact, ALL dates I have been on for the past decade saw the ladies wear zero heels.
I agree with your sentiments 100% Chorlini. It is rare to see stilettos out and about these days, especially for daily wear. I am the odd ball out in that I wear 5 inch stilettos daily and have since I was 13! I have been detailing my heel wearing in the stories I'm posting under Stories with a High Heel Theme. I have to get back to writing!
Yes, 4 inch heels get up in the slutty, bedroom territory these days. It wasn't always so back in the 1980's when I came of age to wear heels. I still love the look and feel of my stilettos and yes, I do get stares, double-takes, and even comments about my shoes. I am used to it. Most of them are complimentary comments but occasionally I'll get some rude comments. I wear them for me (and my husband too as he loves them) and have no intention on giving them up no matter the consequences. They are my signature with my style. Maybe someday stilettos will come back into fashion, perhaps not for everyday wear like myself, but at least on occasion even if it means carrying a pair of emergency flats for most women!
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Fair question... I had to give it some thought before answering. I guess I felt that jeans on the outside of my boots brought too much attention to me. At the time I felt, I'm not saying it was, that I was being leered at a little too much. I was very self-conscious. I think boots on the outside of jeans is a sexy look and I wasn't ready for that. But at the same time, I loved the attention on my high heels, be they sandals, pumps, boots, etc. I just liked to show from the ankle down. It was just my comfort level at the time. As for your style, I'm sure your boots tucked into skinny jeans is a very nice look! I'm sure you are noticed and that's great.
As you follow my story along, I think you'll see I wasn't always logical and didn't always make sense with my thoughts. I'm not sure I make sense with my fashion choices to this day... I just do what's comfortable for me regarding my appearance. To this day, I love attention on my high heels!
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mlroseplant asked,
"I don't mean to be a jackwagon, but I have some questions. Maybe they are uncomfortable questions.
You say that you wear high heels exclusively. You don't own flats. Evidently, you never walk barefoot, either. However, despite 35 years of constant practice, you still find heels uncomfortable, and can't walk in them properly. As a person who aspires to wear very high heels more often, am I wasting my time?"
Let me start by reassuring you that you're not a jackwagon. The questions you ask are fair and I'm willing to answer them.
As I stated in my stories, I am a rare breed even among high heel wearers. I have always loved my stilettos and still do. I do wear high heels exclusively... I don't own flats or even low-heels for that matter. I might have a couple pairs of 4 inch heels in the back of my closet but I can't tell you the last time I wore them. The shoes I wear are at least 4 1/2 inches high or higher, up to 6 inches without platforms. I'm not a platform person; that's just my preference. I do walk barefoot but I can't get my heels to touch the ground without pain, so when I am barefoot (shower, night runs to the bathroom, on the beach, etc.) I do so on my tiptoes.
As far as comfort and ability to walk in my stilettos I will clarify. I work in retail so I'm on my feet all day in 5 or 6 inch heels. Working in retail in itself can be painful on someone's feet, legs, and back. It's no different for me. But the high heels make it worse, that's just a fact of life that I'm willing to put up with. I love my high heels so much... they make me feel feminine, sexy, and just overall better about myself. Yes, I have physical problems caused by wearing high heels for 35 years with many of them being on my feet. That's a price that I'm willing to pay. I do get questioned all the time, "How do you wear such high heels standing on your feet all day?" I am just used to it. As for difficult to walk in, that also has to be put in perspective. I am actually very graceful in my high heels, even my 6 inch heels. But the fact remains when you live in high heels and wear them everyday in all situations, you face many challenges. (Examples: snow, ice, uneven sidewalks, wet floors, slippery floors, steep staircases, not flat terrain such as a walking path, chasing children, etc.) Yes, I raised my children while wearing my stilettos, but more about that in my story as it progresses. When you live your life in stilettos for 35 years, there are going to be times that you stumble, trip or fall. It's happened to me more than I care to count. But when you consider how many steps I've taken over the years and where I've gone, it's a very miniscule amount of falls. When I am walking now, I am programmed subconsciously to watch where I step and be aware of the surface I'm walking on. It's now second nature to me; however, accidents still do happen.
If you aspire to wear high heels more often, then practice, practice, practice. I would suggest for the regular high heel wearer (not someone obsessed like me) that you wear appropriate high heels for the situation. If you're going shopping for the day, perhaps a lower heel than what you may wear out to dinner where you are sitting. If you are going out for a walk along a nature path that's only got gravel and not pavement, perhaps a thicker heel will be easier to handle. And if you have a full day at an amusement park planned, then maybe flats would be best. So you can strive to become better in heels, especially when some thought is given ahead of time. But know that at any time you may twist an ankle or catch a heel on a step while going downstairs, but it should be a rare occurrence if you're careful.
Thank you for your questions. I think I've answered them all. Feel free to ask more, although I reserve the right not to divulge too much of my story (LOL), as I want to save somethings for future installments! Have a nice day 🙂.
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1) How often do you wear high heels? 7 days a week (don't own flats!)2) What type of heel do you prefer? Stilettos3) How high is your average daily heel height? 5 to 6 inches4) Do you find high heels uncomfortable? Yes (I work in retail on my feet)5) Do you find high heels difficult to walk in? Yes (I don't walk, I teeter-totter! LOL)6) Did you know high heels can be bad for your legs, feet and back? Yes7) Do you have any ill effects from wearing high heels? Yes
If yes, what areas cause you problems? Feet, Legs, and Back
9) Do you find it difficult or uncomfortable to wear low-heels, flats or go barefoot? Yes (Impossible)10) How old were you when you started wearing high heels regularly? 1311) Do you get comments (positive or negative) on your high heels? Yes12) How often do you get comments? Daily13) How many years have you been wearing high heels regularly? 35 years14) Do you ever consider giving up wearing high heels? No (Never!)15) What is/are the reason you wear high heels? They look/feel sexy, they are stylish, my husband likes the look (actually loves the look), I am obsessed with high heels.16) Would you consider giving up high heels if they became too painful? No (If I haven't by now, I never will!)17) Do you ever slip your heels off under your desk or when sitting to relieve pressure? Yes (Dangle when I'm sitting. Dipping when I'm standing. I never totally remove them)18) Have you ever fallen due to wearing high heels? Yes19) If you have fallen due to wearing high heels, how often has it happened? Too many to count, but in double figures)20) Do you plan on giving up high heels regularly as you get passed 60 years old? No (Never, I'll go in a wheelchair first and keep wearing them. LOL)-
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I was thrilled to be going to high school and wore my Candies sandals to school as it was still quite warm out. I lived only about 1/2 mile from the high school so there was no bus pick-up. I either got a ride from my parents, friends, or I had to walk to high school along with my brother. He was eligible for his license when he turned 16 and I could hardly wait for him to get his license for a free ride to school.
I knew I would be meeting new kids, as we had two middle schools and one high school in our town. I was a little nervous but looking forward to meeting my new classmates. I noticed right away that I was the only freshman wearing high heels. I did notice a few of the upperclassmen gals wearing high heels, although only one had on stilettos. She was a senior. I met a few new girls and caught up with my old friends. At lunch there were a few of us who went outside to the courtyard to eat. My shoes came up in conversation and once again there were girls who wanted to try them on. This time I was willing to let them try. I slipped them off and at least 3 or 4 girls tried them on and walked around in them. I remember one girl was actually pretty good at walking in them. It was a bonding moment for us and we all became friends.A few of my most memorable incidents my first two years in high school were funny, embarrassing or downright frightening! The first story I'd like to share is about the senior girl who wore stilettos like me. She, too, wore her heels daily. We ended up talking about our heels one day and became quite friendly after that. It felt cool to be friends with a senior and to be seen in the hall talking with her. She gave me credit for wearing such high heels as a freshman and was surprised to hear I wore them in middle school. She said she didn't have the nerve to wear them until 11th grade. But we bonded over our heels and our friendship lasted the whole year.Over the first year I did notice a lot of the older girls giving me the evil eye while glancing down at my heels. I think they were jealous but I didn't pay any attention to them. None ever gave me a hard time directly, but I heard through the grapevine that I was called a slut by many of the older girls. The other thing I noticed for the first time is the older boys "checking me out" and that I wasn't ready for. They weren't rude or anything, but I think they liked the look of high heels. I wasn't bothered by the attention paid to my shoes, but I felt a little uncomfortable as the boys' eyes traveled up my body.I wore jeans nearly everyday and always rolled them up around my ankles so as to be sure my shoes were on display. I wore my Candies during that fall and wore my new Wild Pair shoes (one white and one black pair) often and occasionally even wore my stilettos with the ankle straps. I was still in the no makeup, tee-shirt/sweatshirt, jeans phase and I could have really been mistaken for a tomboy until you saw my shoes. They were all girly, girly.I had my share of falls during high school, especially trying to rush from one of the school to the other end in the 3 minutes allowed between classes. I sprained my wrist (same one from Washington, D.C. fall) in one fall and ended up in a splint again. I will share something I believe to this day... any woman who wears 5 inch stilettos daily and claims never having tripped, slid, or twisted due to her high heels, either doesn't do a lot of walking or is lying, in my humble opinion. When you wear stilettos daily and walk around all over the place it's inevitable you're going to have your falls.One thing that would terrify me was going to the basketball games in the gym. The gang of girls I hung with loved to sit up high in the bleachers near the back row. Our bleachers must have had 30 rows, they were made of wood, very steep and didn't have any handrails. I hated climbing up and down those bleachers for fear of having a serious fall. On occasion, if one of my friends was right next to me I'd hold her arm for safety. At the end of the games, I would always wait and go last. I never fell though.The other times that were scary was in my chemistry lab. We would have to use beakers and put them over burners and even transfer hot water from beaker to beaker or carry our final specimen over to some type of case. I don't remember if it was a cooling or heating chamber, nevertheless, I hated going to chemistry because I was so afraid of making a fool out of myself by slipping in my stilettos and dropping something or injuring myself or someone else. I guess the smart thing to do would have been to bring a pair of sneakers along and change into them for labs. I just didn't and I don't know why. Even my chemistry teacher told me one day I should wear more suitable shoes for the lab, but he never pressed the issue.One embarrassing incident was in the library during a study hall. I was sitting at a table with a few of my friends (boys and girls). I was playing with my heels under the desk. At one point I curled one leg up under the other onto the chair without my shoes. When I went to find my shoe it was gone! Everyone was laughing. It turned out one of the boys took it and hid it on one of the shelves. I felt like such a dork as I had one stiletto on and was barefoot on the other foot as I made my way around the library in search of my shoe. This went on for about 15 minutes and they all knew where it was. As the period came to an end they started playing "hotter, colder" so I could find my shoe. When I found it I was so relieved! It was all in good fun and I laughed along with them.During my first two years of high school I kept babysitting and saving my money for more high heels. I bought some plain pumps that didn't have a metal heel and they felt more secure to walk in, yet I still had to be careful and teeter-totter everywhere I went (LOL). I also bought my first pair of high heeled boots. I had lucked out because of mild winters the year before, but this particular winter it was snowing what seemed like daily. They were a pair of 4 inch stiletto boots, black, that came up to just below my knee. The first couple of times I wore them I would stick my jeans into my boots. But I didn't like that look as it seemed a little trashy to me for lack of a better explanation. I then would wear my jeans over my boots and still roll up my jeans to my ankles as I always did. After about wearing my boots all day on a few occasions, I decided to bring a pair of high heels to school and change when I arrived. I'd stick my boots into my locker for the day. Although the boots were comfortable, I just felt trapped in them all day. With my shoes on I felt more comfortable and could slip my shoes on and off on occasion when sitting in class. (At this point I hadn't learned or even considered that some boys/men had high heel or foot fetishes and loved to watch women either slip their shoes off, play with their shoes, or dangle their heels... something I was very adept at doing! Years later when this little secret was revealed to me I thought to myself, "I had no idea!" and was a little embarrassed thinking of all the shows I must have put on.) To be young and naive again...By midyear my brother got his license and a car (that's what he saved up for) and was able to drive me to school. It was a relief not to have to walk on ice and climb over snow banks in high heels. He and I still had that deal going of me doing his chores and him giving me foot massages in return. During the summer I'd get 15 minute massages from him because there were more chores. During the school year he'd cut them back to 10 minutes. We both drove a hard bargain! (LOL) The foot massages would last up until he went away to college and I did miss them. To this day I love to have my feet massaged. Now it's either my husband or teenage son who gives me my massages. I can't say that high heels were uncomfortable in high school (especially after Washington), but there were days when they would hurt more than others and a good foot massage always helped! My brother and I remain close to this day. He is my best friend. Occasionally when he's over our house or we're over his, I'll swing my feet up into his lap and ask him for a massage "for old time sake" and he happily complies! I've got a whole stable of foot massagers lined up (LOL)!-
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57 minutes ago, mlroseplant said:
You would think that with Catherine Bach playing Daisy Duke on "The Dukes of Hazzard," an extremely popular, if silly, television show in the U.S. which aired in the 1980s, that shorts and heels would have caught on. Daisy was portrayed as a wholesome, innocent girl, she just happened to wear shorts with high heels in most episodes. Despite this, I never saw anyone wear shorts and heels as a serious outfit under normal conditions until the late 1990s, and I don't think I saw it again until another 10 years went by, first in the Asian community, and then more generally, until about 2010, when it was a common sight suddenly, especially at bars and clubs. Nowadays, I think I'm the only one left. Haven't seen it in a good long while. Maybe some low wedges, but certainly nothing like what you describe wearing.
You're not the only one wearing shorts and stilettos, add me to that list when the summer arrives and it's really, really hot. I'm a little older now so I always wear nude pantyhose with my shorts and stilettos... it just gives my legs a smoother look. Kind of ruins the idea of shorts though (LOL).
As for Daisy Duke, I can remember seeing her and thinking she looked fabulous. I never had the nerve to pull off the makeup, earrings and tops she did. As for wearing shorts and heels as a serious outfit before the 1990s, I was a rare breed in that I did it that really hot summer I was talking about between my 8th grade and 9th grade years. Granted, my shorts were at least mid-thigh and not like Daisy's.
Thanks for bringing her up, happy memories for sure!
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1 hour ago, Shyheels said:
Yes, your mother deserves a lot of praise for her kindness, wisdom and tolerance - allowing you to be yourself and express that self. That is a really lovely part of your stories - the benevolence of the adults around you and the gentle and positive influence they had.
After reading your post it dawned on me that many adults were supportive of me in many different ways. I think part of it was that I was a very respectful kid. I never gave lip to anyone, was agreeable, and wasn’t a rebel. That’s probably why I was given such a wide birth to wear stilettos daily. If a girl wearing high heels was the worst thing someone could say about her, why push it? I really was blessed by the support of many adults in my formative years. Thanks, Shyheels.
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1 hour ago, mlroseplant said:
High heels with shorts did take a long while to gain acceptance, I want to say it's been within the last decade.
I agree with that sentiment. Although I've worn shorts and high heels for my whole life in the summer, only the last 10 to15 years have I not been given that, "What street corner does she work on?" look at times. Looking back, seeing a 13/14 year old in shorts and 4 1/2 inch heels must have been a shocker! Again, thanks to my mother for allowing me to be me and express myself. Looking back, had I known the reputation of shorts and stilettos, I may have chosen not to wear shorts no matter how hot it was... but the high heels would have stayed.
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After getting back from Washington, I couldn't wait to finish the 8th grade. It took my body a couple weeks to recover from the daily grind of teeter-tottering around Washington... the aches and pains in my feet, legs and back lingered. I retired my original pair of stilettos from Wild Pair and began alternating between my new black pair and whit pair. Although they were new, they felt like slippers because I wasn't on my feet 8 to 10 hours a day.That summer was one of the hottest summers on record. It seems like everyday was in the 90's! I wanted to get a pair of high heel sandals for the summer. I went shopping in the Candie's store (yes, they had retail outlets!). Within seconds of entering the store I fell in love with a pair of sandals that were very popular at the time. I wanted to get a pair in white but they didn't have may size; I opted for red. When I slipped them on, I felt nude as I was used to wearing pumps. These were open and airy. I wore them out of the store and it took me a day or so to get used to them. I had to admit they were comfortable and I liked the look. Once again, being the stubborn person I am, I wore them everyday that summer with shorts. My shorts were always appropriate in length and came down to midthigh. I wore tee-shirts and conservative blouses. I wanted the attention on my shoes, not on me. I know that sounds odd, but I didn't have the confidence in my body; rather I had confidence in my high heels and loved them so much I wanted to show them off. It also took me a while to get used to having my feet on display. I just wasn't used to open-toe shoes.I spent most days that summer with my brother and a lot of our friends at a community swimming pool in town. We lived about a mile and a half from the center of town and we'd walk there each day. Of course I did it in my Candies. Looking back now, I must have been quite a sight walking along the side of the road in shorts and high heels! On one occasion, my brother had other plans and I walked into town by myself. A couple of cars slowed down and the drivers stared at me as they drove by. A few cars beeped their horns. One car full of older boys slowed down and talked to me. They asked if I needed a ride and told me that it "looked like I was in the mood for some fun". I thanked them but told them I was meeting a friend just a few houses down. I remember thinking that because I was a girl walking by myself that I was going to get some attention. I also had a thought taking me back to Washington and being slut shamed by the teacher the morning I came out wearing shorts and stilettos. Maybe he had a point, which I still didn't understand. A few years later, I figured out that shorts and high heels worn together get a lot of attention from the guys. I was young and naïve.That summer my family took a week's vacation to a resort community with a theme park. I wore my Candies all over the place while there, including the theme park. While there, my mother had a chance to see me wearing my high heels in all situations on a daily basis. I can distinctly remember we were sitting at the pool when she told me that she was wrong about me not lasting in high heels. She was not crazy about me wearing them daily as she was sure I was causing damage to my body. But she admitted she was proud of me for making up my mind and seeing it through. I thanked her and that day's interaction seemed to change our relationship. I felt as if I became a young lady in my mother's eyes and we seemed to bond after that conversation. Although we were still mother and daughter, we became friends and had many meaningful "girl talk" conversations. It is ironic that my wearing high heels is what turned our relationship into something so much more meaningful.My brother and I still had our chores that summer and a few additional ones were added on being we had more time on our hands. My brother would complain and moan about doing his chores. He always had other things to do be it going to hang out with friends, playing sports or going to the pool. I seized on this and told him I'd be happy to do his chores if he kept up my foot massages. Of course because there were more chores to do, I negotiated with him that my massages would increase from 10 minutes to 15 minutes. Again, he jumped at the deal. It was a no-brainer for him, but it was a no-brainer for me. Although I wasn't suffering the pain I did during the previous school year, I still loved to have my feet massaged... something I still enjoy to this day! The Candies turned out to be rather comfortable, although my feet were tired by the end of the day. I really that Washington was such a painful experience that anything after that seemed easy.That summer I also increased the size of my shoe wardrobe. I continued to babysit and put the majority of my earnings into my high heel collection. I bought a pair of sandals with a toe strap and a wrap around ankle strap which rivaled my Wild Pairs in height. I also bought a pair of Candies high heel stiletto clogs. I didn't even consider shoes with a heel of less than 4 inches high... a habit that I still follow to this day! Although my shoe collection was growing, I still didn't have any desire to change any of my other fashions. I still preferred tee-shirts, collared shirts, blouses and jeans. I wore no makeup and I usually wore my hair in a ponytail. I know I'm repeating myself, but I wanted the attention on my shoes. On the few occasions I didn't wear shorts that summer, I would wear jeans and roll them up to my ankles to have my shoes on full display. I loved getting compliments on my high heels. My friends would love to try them on and laugh as they tried to walk in them. Women I didn't even know would compliment me on them. I even received appropriate compliments on my shoes from men on occasion. High heels were still just my passion and I remember my 14th birthday and thinking to myself that I made it a year!The pictures are only close replicas of what I bought that summer.
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2 hours ago, RonC said:
You wouldn't happen to live anywhere near Chicago would you?
Ha ha, that's good Ron. Sorry, no. Too cold for me!!
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2 hours ago, Chorlini said:
I think if there is a lesson to be learned here its that if you want to become successful at something, having sheer dogged pigheaded determination plays no small factor.
I can’t argue with you on that point! I’m not sure if it was pigheaded determination or pure stupidity! LOL
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52 minutes ago, RonC said:
Wow, you sure put yourself through a lot to satisfy your desire to wear heels. I have to admit that, as much as I would respect someone for wearing heels regularly, doing so on a sight-seeing tour of DC was a bit beyond. I'm kind of surprised (but glad!) that the experience didn't turn you off to heels, and also that you didn't do some irreversible damage to your feet. Those heels were obviously single soled, but I see your avatar is a thick platform. Did you stick with the single sole look or have you gone to the platforms?
I think my mind was made up to conquer high heels no matter the consequences when I was a young girl and saw that performer. I can still remember that day as if it were yesterday. As for irreversible damage, I'll address that in later parts, but I think I began the damage at 13 and still continues to this day. All my heels are stilettos, the majority of them being single soled. I do have a few pairs with platforms in the front. I'll detail later when I wear them... hint, sight-seeing in Washington taught me a life-long lesson about single sole shoes when on vacation(LOL). I don't want to give too much away....
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Going on the class trip to Washington, D.C. was really a make or break time in my life with regards to wearing stiletto heels daily. I had suffered through my 8th grade year in my stilettos. (I later learned that the Wild Pair shoes I was living in were really special occasion shoes and not meant to be worn all day, every day!! But I was inexperienced.) I had worn my shoes down pretty well and they had plenty of wear and tear on them. The top of the shoe wasn't scuffed too badly and a little black shoe polished worked wonders on them. But the soles of the shoes were wearing thin and the metal spike had probably lost 1/8 of an inch or so in height. I figured after Washington it would be time to buy some new shoes.
As we boarded the bus, the teacher who had complimented me on my heels the first day I wore them, asked me if I brought some lower heels or sneakers along. I told her no. She wasn't trying to be negative, but she told me the walking was continuos and she hoped I'd be okay. I told her I was used to them and I was sure I'd be fine. Little did I know when she meant a lot of walking, she meant a LOT of walking! We arrived late in the evening and went to dinner. I went to my room with my 3 roommates and we talked about the following day's activities. I was kind of a history buff and was looking forward to the sites.I should point out that I was never a girly girl type person. I wore no makeup, still wore a polo type shirt, sweater, or tee-shirt and mostly jeans. My jeans I would roll up to my ankles to fully expose my high heels and I always wore nude knee-highs and they helped protect me from blisters. It may sound strange, but I didn't want to dress up any other parts of my body because I wanted any and all attention on my beautiful and sexy high heels. If you saw me from a distance, I would look like any other teenage girl. But when you would get up close to me you'd think, "Wow, look at her shoes!" And that's the way I wanted it.We made our way around Washington on our first full day there. By lunch time, which was about 1 pm, I was ready to sit down. The sun was hot on the pavement and walking on hard, hot pavement was taking a toll on my feet. My legs and back were holding up pretty well. We finished that day and I was doing rather well. That night we went to a dinner theater. It felt great to sit in a soft chair with the air conditioning cooling things off. I slipped my heels off under the table during the show when the lights went down. I massaged my feet on the carpet on the floor. When arriving back to the hotel room I took some aspirin and reflected on how much fun the day had been.The second day didn't go as well. The morning was spent standing on lines waiting to get into different sites. As any high heel wearer can testify to, standing in one spot is the worst. My feet were hurting so badly, but I didn't want to take off my heels and let everyone else see me admit defeat. The pain was radiating up my calves and into my knees. Once again I made it to lunch and was happy to sit down. At lunch I did take some aspirin to help take the edge off.We went to the Lincoln Memorial that afternoon and I had the most embarrassing incident of my life there. We waited in line to get in and when we finally got in I was awed by the sight. I couldn't believe how large the statue of Lincoln was. It was awesome. When we left we had to go down the stairs in front of the monument. On the way down, I caught my heel on a step and took a tumble down at least 5 or 6 steps. One of my stilettos went flying off and landed another 5 or 6 steps past me. I was mortified as the whole class stopped and stared! I quickly got myself up as some adults came over to check on me. A boy picked up my shoe which landed right in front of him and brought it to me. He was embarrassed and I was embarrassed as he handed it to me. I had hit my wrist pretty hard and that evening I was taken to an out-patient clinic and had it X-Rayed. It was only a sprain and I ended up wearing a soft splint for the rest of the trip. Not one of my more graceful moments during my life.The third day I experienced another embarrassing event. The day was very hot and it was predicted to possibly hit 100 degrees. I decided that jeans would be too hot. I pulled on a pair of nice khaki shorts and slid on my stilettos. I was making my way out to the bus stop where most of the class was waiting when the group leader spoke up. He yelled loud enough to be heard in Delaware! He looked right at me and pointed and said, "No way are you wearing shorts and high heels. Either lose the shorts or lose the high heels." I turned beat red. It was the first (but not last) time I was slut shamed in public. I returned to my room and pulled on my jeans as I didn't have any other shoes to change into. I was so stubborn that even if I had simple sandals to wear, I would have probably still stayed with my stilettos.I made my way out to the bus and all the other kids were staring at me. I wanted to crawl under the sidewalk. I got on the bus and we were off for the day. This 3rd day of sight-seeing really did me in. My feet were killing me, my legs and hips were killing me and my lower back was aching. I was struggling but didn't want to admit defeat. I went along acting as if nothing was wrong. Right after lunch, the teacher who had complimented my heels on the first day came up to me. She had gone out to a drug store and made a purchase. She told me to try these tomorrow. I was curious but didn't open the bag right away. When we got back to the hotel I went to the bathroom and peaked in the bag. She had purchased me gel pads to put in the bottom of my shoes. Wow, I thought, what a great idea... why didn't I think of that? I eventually became quite adept at learning how to make high heels more comfortable, but that first year I was clueless!That night after the girls fell to sleep, I snuck in the bathroom and took a warm bath to help get rid of the achiness. I also took turns massaging each foot and leg. After getting out I took some more aspirin and stretched a little bit. I was feeling remarkably better and ready for bed. Just before going to bed I put the gel pads in the bottom of my stilettos. I slipped them on and immediately could tell they would be so helpful. The next morning before boarding the bus I went to the teacher who bought me the gel pads and thanked her and told her they felt wonderful already. She told me she was very impressed with how I was handling it but figured I could use a little extra help. She was shod in her sneakers and said even her lower heels would be a disaster for her.I did notice that many people who weren't with my group (men and women) would take a double-take or even stare at my shoes as we made our way around the city. I think they were amazed that such a young teen could be wearing such high shoes to tour Washington. I was flattered by the attention. One time a little old man made his way up to me and complimented me on my shoes and began asking me questions about them. How high are they? Don't they hurt? etc. Within a minute of him asking me questions, one of the mother chaperones made a beeline for me and quickly put an end to the conversation. She scolded me for talking with strangers, which looking back was her job. She didn't know the guy from Adam and was only looking out for my well-being.I was so proud of myself as we boarded the bus for the trip home. I had made the whole week in my stilettos. I did it because I wanted to and I did it for myself. On the trip home my now favorite teacher came up to me and said, "You did it. I am impressed and even a little jealous." Years later, I saw her while out shopping and, of course, I had a pair of stilettos on. We chatted and she said, "I see you're still up to the challenge of high heels." I responded, "Always!" and we laughed. I thanked her again for getting me through that week in Washington.The week in Washington taught me I could last through the grind of wearing stilettos daily. It really was a turning point for me, as wearing high heels for normal daily activity didn't seem as uncomfortable after the trip. I guess you could say I became "numb to the pain" (hahaha). On the day I got home from Washington, I noticed that Wild Pair was having a buy one, get one free sale. The next day I made my way to the mall and bought two more pairs of my exact shoes that got me through 8th grade; one pair in black and one pair in white. I was thrilled. I knew I would want to get some high heel sandals for the upcoming summer, but that would be another day. I finished out the last couple weeks of 8th grade and was looking forward to enjoying the summer before moving on to high school....-
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6 minutes ago, RonC said:
@HeelsWearer I am truly enjoying reading your story! Wish I had found you when I was young, as it sounds as if your heel fetish was as strong as mine! Would have loved being your boyfriend!
It's never too late, hehehe. (For the record, I'm a huge flirt now!)
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You guys are such sweethearts. Thank you so much for the kind words!
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24 minutes ago, Puffer said:
I'm enjoying your account and look forward to the next part! It brings back distinct memories of the latter part of the 'original' stiletto era (early '60s), when many of the girls I had been to school with were keen stiletto wearers in their early teens. (I say 'had been' because I went on to a boys-only grammar school at age 11, so only saw my old schoolfriends away from school, and not usually regularly. But coming across one of the girls in our local area, looking smart and sophisticated and with stilettos clicking away, was always something to relish.)
One girl in particular, with whom I had always been friendly, went out with me a few times in the late-60s. She told me, quite proudly, that she loved her heels and during her years at secondary school (high school) didn't like to go out of the house unless she was wearing them - including at least one pair of five-inchers that her mother tried hard to stop her wearing. Alas, at the time we were seeing one another, high stilettos had gone out of fashion and even she had given them up. (I wonder if she resumed wearing them when they became fashionable again in the late 70s?) I think you had much in common with her, but a more lenient mother!
Am I right in thinking that you have previously described your introduction to heels in Quora? I do recall reading a very similar account there - and the Washington trip rings a bell. Were the shoes you have described your only high pair at this time? If so, you surely wore them out if you were in them every day at school!
Thanks for sharing your memories. I guess I wasn't the only teen who loved teeter-tottering in her stilettos! As for that first pair of stilettos I wore them everyday in 8th grade. I will share the demise of those shoes in an upcoming segment! Yes, that was me on Quora... good memory!
22 minutes ago, Cali said:It's interesting that you kept wearing the heels even if they hurt.
I think that's what made me different than a lot of people. Comfort was/is never a consideration. I guess I have a high heel fetish for sure and it's all about the look. Like my story detailed, I fell in love with stilettos at that concert when I was very young. I waited so long to be able to wear high heels (years) that comfort became a non-issue for me. I know, sounds crazy....
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1 hour ago, Shyheels said:
Nice story, well told, with pace and a good eye for the telling detail. And I say that as a magazine writer who’s made a living at this game for quite a while.
I’m impressed by your dedication - and also by your mother’s benevolent tolerance. It’s really quite a sweet story.
Thank you for taking the time to write these pieces. I hope you are keeping copies for yourself. They are worth keeping.
What a great compliment, thank you so much! I’ve always enjoyed writing and I decided to give it a try by telling my high heel story!
I will keep writing segments, it brings up memories that I thought were long gone. I am keeping a copy of them!
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When I woke up the following morning, I was surprised to feel some stiffness and aches in my feet, legs and back. I hadn't thought about how much my body must have worked the day before to offset wearing high heels. I stretched a little and didn't give it a second thought. I was looking forward to Day 2 in my high heels.During my first week of wearing high heels I thought I started a fashion trend, but it only turned out to be a fad. Three of my friends loved my shoes so much they went out and each bought a pair. We all wore them to school but it only lasted 2 or 3 days. They couldn't handle the pain and soon returned to their flats, clogs or sneakers. They commented how surprised they were that I could wear such high shoes all day, every day. I didn't share it with them but I was dying! My feet, legs and back were killing me. But I loved high heels so much and had waited so long to be allowed to wear them, I wasn't giving them up for anything.I also had to learn to negotiate the slippery tiled floors of school. When it rained and the hallways became wet it became a double whammy and I was reduced to even smaller steps. I did notice that I was usually the last one to show up for a class simply because I couldn't walk as fast in such high heels. My natural stride was cut down. Despite these negatives I carried on.I was wearing my high heels 7 days a week. Whether it was going grocery shopping with my mom, going to church with my family, or going to a family get together I did it in my stilettos. I received a lot of comments about them at first until people got used to the fact I wore them. My aunts were particularly fascinated with them... to be honest, maybe even a little jealous. When they were younger they wore high heels, but nowhere near as high as mine and the fact I did it daily really blew their mind. A couple of times they asked to try my heels on and they would try to walk in them but would look like a newborn deer trying to find her legs!One of my female cousins who was 14 would try them on and did rather well in them, however, her mom would not allow her to buy any shoes with a heel higher than 3 inches. I remember her mom telling her right in front of me that, "those aren't appropriate shoes for a young lady. Only certain types of women wore shoes like that." I was stunned but let it slide.I also earned the dislike of a group of preppy girls in school during that first year. They would give me the stink eye when I walked by them and eventually started calling me, "Miss Slut Shoes". That did bother me, because I loved my heels and wasn't slutty at all. I had never even kissed a boy! It never got too out of control or escalated more than that. But I couldn't wait to finish 8th grade and get out of middle school. I knew that in high school that high heels would be more accepted.I made it through that year unharmed. Granted, I did have a couple of slip and falls, both in school and once in church. I bruised a knee one time but suffered no other injuries. But I suffered that year from my heels. I would go home at night and sit in my room and massage my feet and calves. I would also take hot tubs to try and ease the pain in my lower back. My mom was worried about me wearing such high shoes daily, but she kept her word and allowed me to keep wearing them. I'm sure she thought I'd give them up eventually. I didn't tell my mom about the discomfort I was experiencing because she would have most likely put her foot down and forbid me from wearing them.One help I had that year was my 15 year old brother. He absolutely hated doing chores around the house, vacuuming, cleaning bathrooms or emptying trash baskets. I didn't mind it at all. One day I came up with an idea and made him an offer I figured he'd dismiss. I had him promise not to tell mom and he promised. I told him my high heels were killing my feet and offered to do his chores if he massaged my feet. To my surprise, this was a no-brainer for him and he readily agreed! We had to do our chores when we got home while our parents were still at work. It was expected they would be done by the time they got home. I would get through both our chores in no time and then would settle in on the couch and he'd give me a 10 minute foot massage. I was in heaven! He actually was pretty good at it. He hated chores so much that he thought he had the better half of the deal! To my way of thinking I had the better deal. But to each their own!I struggled through that first year. In the Spring my 8th grade class was scheduled to visit Washington, D.C. to tour the Capitol. This was an annual trip for the 8th grade class. It was that week in Washington that I had my break through in being able to deal with wearing high heels daily.....
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I love that quote about women ruling the world. It's probably true!!! (smile)
I have to say that Louboutin and Jimmy Chou are the best for that range of heel if you don't want a platform in front. I don't wear platforms in front, I prefer no platform. However, Pleaser makes very comfortable heels in that range if you like platforms in front and a stiletto in back. I know a dancer who wears Pleaser's for hours on end and she says they are more comfortable than flats! From being a high heel fanatic my whole life, I would say in general that heels with a platform in front are more comfortable; however, for me I just prefer the look of non-platform heels. It's not that I think platforms are ugly by any means, it's just my preference and always has been to wear non-platforms.
11 minutes ago, Shyheels said:Have you looked at Italian Heels? http://www.italianheels.com/index_en.shtml
Yes, I've seen that site before. I am not sure if they distribute shoes or are they made by that company? I have bought from that site with success! In general, I find Italian made shoes are of good quality!
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RonC - I know there are a lot of moving parts in any marriage. However, may I offer a suggestion.....
Would she agree to you buying her mules/slides and stockings/pantyhose and all she has to do is wear them sitting on the couch in your living room for your enjoyment. I'm guessing you'd be thrilled and she would probably love the attention!