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well, I have such a pair of capris myself tallguyinhells, but the only problem is that they are not as skinny (or tight if you will) as I'd like, they are more like goucho in style-but they still do look good @ that!;)

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Tallguyinheels - I thought about capri pants but full length jeans have not presented a problem. Normally I wrap the pant cuff around my ankle before I pull on my boots on and that does the trick. If it doesn’t I wrap the cuff around my ankle and pull the top of my sock over it. That works for pull on boots. For boots with an ankle zipper, I first get my feet into both boots, then I pull the pant cuff down in one boot and reach in the hold the cuff down with the heel of the other boot while I pull the boot up then reverse the operation for the other boot. A 5” heel is a handy device for reaching in and holding the opposite pant cuff in place. ;)

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I made the same modification to my Ellie 8868 black leather pull on thigh boots with 4” stiletto heels that I made to my Pleasers 8890 boots. I sewed a 6” piece of wide elastic inside the shaft of the boots just below the point where the shaft is at top of my thigh. The elastic pills the boot shaft tight at hies point and keeps the shaft from falling down my leg. I have previously sewn a seam up the back if these boots to tighten them on my leg but I couldn’t tighten them enough to stay up and still be able to pull them on. This is the pair I asked the cobbler about converting into a pair of lace up boots but my modification makes them wear so well I don’t think I’ll bother with the lace up idea. I really like leather boots but the pull on style has always been a problem. The manufacturers put a large shaft on larger sized boots and they have never fit my legs. I now have two pair of boots that will get a lot more wear time. ;)

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I took a nice trip to the museum yesterday. I wore jeans, a black long sleeved blouse, and black leather thigh boots with 5” stilettos. The parking lots were packed but the museum was not overly crowded, I have no idea where all the people were. The museum guards greeted me like an old friend. I grabbed a stool and headed upstairs for the gallery.

Art Lesson: One of the guards was sitting behind a large alter piece that has doors that open to reveal a number of biblical scenes that are painted in bright colors. As I was talking to him I noticed there were paintings on the outside of the doors that were monochromatic. He commented that the effect of opening the doors must have been similar to the beginning of the Wizard of Oz, which started in black and white and then changed to Technicolor when Dorothy enter Oz.

I seated my self in front a still life and started to sketch. After a few minutes one of the docents came over and said, “I just have to see what your doing”.

She commented that it was nice work. I don’t think she would have bothered if I hadn’t been dressed as I was.

In another gallery, while I was working, a tour of engineers came through with a guide. She pointed out lots of stuff in one of the paintings and completely let them astray on the Monet. I was going to speak up and point out several interesting features but neither she nor the group seemed like they wanted a guy in thigh boots to teach them anything. I just kept working away.

The museum has been showing classic cars in the lobby. They currently have a bright red 1969 Jaguar E-Type Roadster the really deserves to be seen in an art museum.

On the way out to the car, several folks seemed to take notice and they didn’t seem to return the friendly smile that was offered. Oh well, you can't win them all.

I had a pleasant outing.

;)

I dream of a world where chickens can cross roads without having their motives questioned.

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I have a few days off work so I’m trying to get out and about an bit. This afternoon I went to Sam’s to get a few things. I went in wearing a black T-shirt, denim shirt, brown hose and black leather thigh boots with 5” stilettos. I was in the store much earlier than normal and some of the staff had not seen me before. They were still courteous and the folks that knew me greeted me warmly. I wandered around a bit and got my stuff then I got into the longest register line. As I was leaving the exit clerk who had not seen me before made sure she said, “Have a good day Sir.” I don’t get “Sired” that often but it’s usually when I’m wearing heeled boots and/or a skirt. After Sam’s, I went to the museum again. I changed the skirt for jeans and went in to sketch for a while. I really do enjoy doing that. The same docent I was talking to yesterday struck up a conversation with me about some of the art pieces. I talked with some of the other guests about some of the paintings and today had an all together different feel than yesterday. I didn’t feel as out of place (or out of step) as I did yesterday. As I was leaving I asked the docent, “Do these look bad?” and indicated my boots. She said, “There different!” “I know that, but do they look bad?” She thought about it and looked again and said, “No, they look fine.” I didn’t think that was too bad an assessment from someone with whom I had just been discussing Dutch masters. While I was talking to the decent, a group of elderly ladies walked by, looked me over, then gave me a collective group of smiles. One on them said, “I don’t see how you can walk in those. I can’t anymore.” She shook her head and gave me a big smile and went on with her group. ;)

I dream of a world where chickens can cross roads without having their motives questioned.

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Yesterday I went out wearing jeans, a black silk blouse, tan suede jacket and black leather thigh boots with 5” stilettos. I have a pair of Tony’s style - U boots that have started making a loud cracking sound when I put weight on the right heel. I took that boot to the cobbler. I had to park two blocks away from he shop and walk on a relatively busy street with both pedestrians and auto traffic. I noticed a couple of head turning in the cars but none of the pedestrians seemed to be bothered (or willing to acknowledge I was there). In the shop the cobbler (who knows me well) was talking with a friend when I walked in. The cobbler greeted me warmly but I thought his friend was going to swallow his teeth. The guy didn’t say a word but I’ll bet there was an interesting conversation after I left. I left the boot with the cobbler and walked back to my car. I drove over to the museum. Two school busses were parked in the drive at the museum. As I parked my car I saw two bus loads of high school kids streaming out of the museum. I thought about it for a second and decided to wait for them to get on their busses before I walked from my car to the museum. I couldn’t see anything to be gained by walking through that crowd. In the museum I took off my jacket, grabbed a stool and headed up stairs for a gallery. The guards greeted me and came over to see what I was sketching. One guard had never seen me before and, after commenting on my sketch, politely asked, “What’s with the boots?” “Oh, I just like to wear them.” My answer seemed to satisfy his curiosity. I chatted with some other folks that came through the gallery. I moved to another area and attempted a sketch of a marble statue of Eve. Sketching white marble isn’t easy and while I was working away a group of folks (several in wheel chairs) stopped by to watch me work. After looking at my sketch book, the oldest member of the group commented to me that he couldn’t draw a straight line with a ruler. I replied, “You might be good at drawing then because there are no straight lines in nature.” He seemed amused by my comment and be bid each other a good day. I failed to mention that as the group came by I was sitting on a bench with my legs crossed (guy style, with my left ankle on my right knee) with a 5” heel waving in the breeze. I did one more sketch and headed back to the car. I must not be practicing enough because my right ankle started to weaken as I was walking and I had to a real effort to not fall off that heel. That has happened to me before and the only thing I can do is slow down and walk very carefully because the muscles just quit working. I drove on to a Sam’s I had never been to before. The shopping cart gave me enough support that my ankle wasn’t a problem. I wandered through the store and no one seemed bothered by a guy in thigh boots. At the checkout the clerk asked me if I had found everything and I said, “Yeah, this is my first time in this store and the layout is different.” She was talking with her supervisor and had not noticed my boots yet. When we were done I asked her, “Are these too much for this part of town?” and cocked a boot so the heel was visible. She looked down and got a surprised look on her face which then changed to a delighted look and said (as much to her supervisor as to me), “I think their cute”. She really ment "cute" as a complement so I laughed and thanked her for her comment and headed for the exit. The clerk at the exit was an older lady who watched me approach. She greeted me and I asked her the same question. Her expression showed that she was surprised and delighted that I had asked. She said, “I like them, I think their nice.” I thanked her and headed for my car. I noticed there was a Target in the same mall as Sam’s and decided to wander through. I don’t recall ever going into a Target before. I walked in and headed for the shoe department. Several folks glanced at my boots but a lot of folks ignored me. I walked about a bit and my ankle started bothering me again so I headed out of the store. As I passed a one way mirror I caught a glimpse of one of the register clerks doing a major double take as she saw my boots. It was a fun outing. :roll:

I dream of a world where chickens can cross roads without having their motives questioned.

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It's amazing....over 1400 posts on this one string - and over 130,000 viewings. That MUST be a record for the website. Dan

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I have just had an outstanding boot outing! I went out wearing jeans, a blue short sleeved shirt, tan suede jacket, and black leather thigh boots with 5” stilettos. My first stop was the cobbler shop to pick up a boot that needed the heel repaired. Again, I had to park two blocks from the shop and walk along the main thoroughfare with pedestrian and auto traffic. The cobbler had my boot ready for me. He said their was a bent nail in the heel but when I pressed down on the heel on the counter it still made a noise. It didn’t make it for him so I said, “let me try it on” and took of one boot and put that one on. It boot still made a crunching sound when I put weight on it so he said he would take the heel apart and see what was going on. I put my boot back on and the cobbler and I chatted on the sidewalk for a few minutes about how the business is starting to come back. The people walking by noticed but didn’t say anything. I walked back to my car. Next I went to the museum. Sketching the marble statue of Eve had gotten the better of me last time and I wanted to try again. Today the museum was packed. As I was just starting, a group (collage age) came up to me and one of the gals said she just loved my boots and wondered if I would pose for a picture with her. I said, “sure why not” and her friend took a couple of shots. Next a family with two very young kids stopped by and wanted to see my sketch. I showed then some stuff and we chatted about drawing for a few minutes. Another group came through and two of the guys posed for a picture with Eve. The later came by and had someone take a group picture of them. I commented how nice the group had posed for the picture and that started a conversation that wound up with me giving them a tour of three of my favorite galleries. They referred to me as an artist and I explained that I really wasn’t but one of the guys offered that artist wear boots. After the museum I went back to the Sam’s I had visited a few days ago. While I was in the checkout line a lady stopped me, felt my boot to see if it really was leather and commented that she thought they were beautiful. She asked if the heel was hard to walk in. I said it wasn’t and thanked her for her comment. This was a really fun outing. :roll:

I dream of a world where chickens can cross roads without having their motives questioned.

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There has been some discussion about looking good when you go out. Here are several examples of how to casually wear thigh boots out in public and really look good. Aside from the fact that the gal wearing them is gorgeous, look at the combination of clothes she has chosen.

Patent boots over jeans

White leather Ellie 8899s

Black leather crotch high with a denim skirt

Black leather crotch high over jeans with shoulder length gloves Ok that’s a little much for public wear but the outfit works.

:roll:

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Thighbootguy... Nice videos as always. I have not yet worn my thigh boots over my jeans in public yet. I have worn them under my jeans in public (a young neighbor woman saw me and complemented my boots a while back), but never over them. I'm building up the courage to do so. You and others are inspiring me.:roll:

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This morning I went fo the cobbler shop to pick up the boot I had in for repair. I wore jeans, a grey T shirt and black leather thigh boots with 5” stilettos. I had to park up the block so I had a nice walk down the street. When I got to the shop, there was a sign in the window that read “back in 5 minutes”. While I was waiting there, another guy stopped by to see the cobbler. He seemed surprised by my footware but not put off. We chatted until the cobbler came back.

The good news is he didn’t charge me anything for working on the boot, the bad news he couldn’t find anything wrong so the heel still creeks.

As I was walking back to the car, a young kid (male 12 years old) saw me and tool a gool look at my boots and said, “Oooo, why do you wear them?”

“I like them.”

The kids Mom and sister were a little further up the street and the kid takes off toward them and says, “MOM… MOM… (she ignored him)… HEY MOM… THAT GUY IS WEARING GIRLS SHOES.”

At that his mom turned around to look but I had gotten into my car by them.

Next I headed to the big thrift emporium where I like to shop. I walked through and found two pair of shoes, one was a pair of black leather pumps (13W) and the other was a pair of low heel ankle boots with a full leather lining. I also found a lambskin skirt that felt too good to pass up.

Next I stopped in Newport to look in another thrift store. I parked around the corner and walked back to the store. Newport has the reputation (deserved) of having a lot of clubs where the dancers might wear thigh boots, but I have never seen a pair on the street. Anyway, I think I almost caused a traffic accident. I wandered through the store and got a couple of hard looks but no one said a thing. I walked back to my car and got a similar reaction from the traffic.

It was a fun outing.

:roll:

I dream of a world where chickens can cross roads without having their motives questioned.

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As I was walking back to the car, a young kid (male 12 years old) saw me and tool a gool look at my boots and said, “Oooo, why do you wear them?”

“I like them.”

The kids Mom and sister were a little further up the street and the kid takes off toward them and says, “MOM… MOM… (she ignored him)… HEY MOM… THAT GUY IS WEARING GIRLS SHOES.”

At that his mom turned around to look but I had gotten into my car by them.

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Heh! Who among us haven't had that happen to them, especially with kids who feel obligated to scream that at the top of their lungs. Oh, well, that's life. Glad to hear you enjoyed your outing, TBG.

I don't want to LOOK like a woman, I just want to DRESS like a woman!

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Of all of the times I wear high heels in public, I've never had a child acknowledge the fact I was wearing high heels. Maybe they've seen me, but no pointing or loud verbal exclamations toward my appearence. I guess the best thing to do is smile and keep walking.

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Yep, thats kids fer ya, always yelling @ SOMTHING!!!:roll:

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Young kids always notice before the parents. I think it's because they are down lower and the view is much easier to see. Also, like us, kids still now days are being raised in a society of narrow minded parents and have this stupid gender about clothing going on so they always point it out to there parents and want to know why. One of my work mates was walking through walmart with her husband and little girl of 12 and the little girl noticed right away. Her mother told her, "thats John and I work with him". Then the daughter asked why is he wearing high heels? Mom said "because he likes them and thinks mens shoes are ugly and thats his wife with him and she is wearing high heels too" Little girls reaction was "OH". Now thats how it should be.

real men wear heels

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Yesterday I went over to the Art Museum wearing a black satin blouse, jeans, and black leather thigh boots with 5” stilettos. Before I went over to the museum, I had cut the grass for the first time this season and did a couple other jobs that wore me out (<-- check the age). Anyway, being tired, and wearing 5” stilettos don’t go together. I was having a hard time maintaining a smooth walking style without having my ankle wobble so I cut my trip short. I did get a complement as I walked in though. A guy was taking a smoke break outside the door and commented., “Hey, I like those boots, they look like fun.” “Thanks, and they are fun.” Today, after a god nights sleep, I headed back over to the museum wearing the same outfit. This time things felt fine (no wobble and a smooth stride). I sketched for a while and chatted with some of the patrons. Other than a few glances, no one seemed to think my boots were that odd. After I filled the last page of my sketch book, I put the stool back and just walked through other parts of the museum. I ran into an older guy in a wheel chair that was sketching with a pen. I commented, “My eye isn’t good enough to work in pen.” He showed me some more of his work as we chatted about sketching and I showed him a couple of my sketches. He commented, “Those are nice.. real nice... and I like your boots.” I thanked him and headed out to my car. :roll:

I dream of a world where chickens can cross roads without having their motives questioned.

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I went shopping on the way home from work tonight. I went to Bigg’s wearing jeans, a blue long sleeved dress shirt and black leather thigh boots with 5” stilettos.

The trip was uneventful. I say a couple glances at my boots but other than that... nothing.

Next I went to Sam’s. I changed the dress shirt for a sleeveless black turtleneck. I’m still not sure I like the look but it was a lot cooler than the long sleeved shirt. Let me explain that last comment. I had confidence that I liked what I saw in the mirror but I’ve learned that my eye can be a little off so I was interested in the reaction I got from others.

The reaction I got was nothing. Again a few glances but that is to be expected. The register clerk was a lady who knows me well and I asked her how the top looked. She said, “Looks fine... and cool” I thanked her for her comment and headed for the car.

There has been some discussion about not always wanting to wear something all the time, that the desires wax and wane. This morning, I had planned to wear a short skort with the sleeveless turtleneck because the temperature was expected to be 80F (27C) but this afternoon jeans won out. I just didn’t feel like wearing a skort (and the temperature was 80F).

Johnieheel -

Thanks for the kind words.

:roll:

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I just had a fun museum trip. I decided to push the envelope a little further. I like the look of the black sleeveless turtleneck so I paired it with a pair of denim shorts with a 1” inseam and a high waist. These shorts are short and expose most of my leg. To complete things I added a pair of white leather thigh boots with 5” stilettos. As with wearing anything too different from what I normally wear, the hardest step was getting out of the car. I caught my reflection in the car window and thought the outfit looked Ok (it looks different in full sun in the middle of a parking lot than it does in the mirror at home). I still wasn’t sure it was an image I wanted to present but I thought the best way to see if I did or didn’t like it was to try it out so off I went. As I walked to the museum, I met some folks coming out. Their reaction was cool which is kind of what I was expecting. When I got into the museum, none of the guards that knew me were on duty so I didn’t get the warm greeting I normally get. Anyway I grabbed a stool and headed upstairs to a gallery. Lots of folks came through and most of them just ignored me. One guy did comment favorably on the sketch I was working on. Fortunately, today some nice stuff was coming out of my pencil and I really threw myself into sketching. One time I remember noticing that I was wearing white boots. Not that that was special but I was so into my sketching, I really had tuned the rest of the world out. I worked on two sketches in that gallery then headed down stairs and went in to a ceramic gallery and sketched a couple of pieces. There were a bunch of students in there and they did their best to try to not notice me. As I was leaving, I offered my stool to a guy that was sitting on the floor. He seemed real put out that he had to talk to me to refuse the stool. Oh well, that happens. I’m more comfortable with this look than I was but I’m still “trying it out”. It is a bit more aggressive than I normally wear so I expect it will take some getting used to. I’ll try it a few more times before I decide. The trip was exhausting. Sketching can be hard work (seriously), and pushing the envelope is also stressful. I think it’s about time to crash. :roll:

I dream of a world where chickens can cross roads without having their motives questioned.

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I'm going to the museum next week in high heels (I've never been there in high heels before). I'll let you know how it goes.

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....I decided to push the envelope a little further. I like the look of the black sleeveless turtleneck so I paired it with a pair of denim shorts with a 1” inseam and a high waist. These shorts are short and expose most of my leg. To complete things I added a pair of white leather thigh boots with 5” stilettos.

....I’m more comfortable with this look than I was but I’m still “trying it out”. It is a bit more aggressive than I normally wear so I expect it will take some getting used to. I’ll try it a few more times before I decide.

My, my! White boots, eh? You certainly do push the envelope, my friend! I know I couldn't do something like that! "Aggressive"? Well, I'd say that look you sported was more along the lines of "bold". I'm sure it's a look the average John or Jane on the street would see every day. By all means, keep us posted on any future outings you undertake in that outfit.

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Thighbootguy,

Truly incredible! I could do that stuff at home, but out in the street, no way, unless I was trying to "pass" in the full sense of that word.

AMAZING!

It's all about the heel!

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I had to go downtown to the cobbler to pick up my black thigh boots. A heel had started to come loose and I wanted it secured. I wore jeans, a blue knit short sleeved shirt and my white leather thigh boots with 5” stilettos. As always, parking was a problem and the closest spot was a block away and across the street. I got out of the car with my boots cuffed at knee high length and walked down to the shop. One of the shops I passed was a beauty salon that had a bunch of women inside. I got my black boots back from the cobbler but before I left the shop, I pulled my white boots up to full height. As I walked passed the beauty salon I thought I heard someone say, “there she is” and as I crossed the street someone called out, “great boots”. I turned back and called out a thank you but the lady was going back into the salon and I don’t think she heard me. Next I went to Sam’s. I changed the blue shirt for the black sleeveless turtleneck and headed in. The staff welcomed me and the rest of the patrons didn’t seem to care. I wandered around and gathered my stuff. I did get a few nice smiled form several ladies. On the way out the checker at the exit was a lady that knows me and she scolded me with, “Now you know your not supposed to wear white before Memorial Day.” :roll: We both laughed and I headed out to the car. Next I went to a PetMart for some cat food. I walked in and the clerks (male) didn’t bat an eye. I told them what I needed and one of them went and got it while I wandered around. JeffB - As fashion monitor, you should have warned me about wearing white before Memorial Day. :-?:o

I dream of a world where chickens can cross roads without having their motives questioned.

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Next I went to Sam’s. I changed the blue shirt for the black sleeveless turtleneck and headed in. The staff welcomed me and the rest of the patrons didn’t seem to care. I wandered around and gathered my stuff. I did get a few nice smiled form several ladies. On the way out the checker at the exit was a lady that knows me and she scolded me with, “Now you know your not supposed to wear white before Memorial Day.” :roll: We both laughed and I headed out to the car.

JeffB - As fashion monitor, you should have warned me about wearing white before Memorial Day. :o

Well, jeez Louise, TBG! I thought you already knew that! HA! My bad!

I don't want to LOOK like a woman, I just want to DRESS like a woman!

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I had a nice museum trip Sunday. I went over wearing a black sleeveless turtleneck, white jeans and white leather thigh boots with 5” stilettos. (Yes, I know, white before Memorial day.) After I walked in I went to the information desk to ask about sketching with a media other than pencil and chatted with the folks there. Then I noticed that the folding stool collection that is normally available was missing. I asked several guards and no one seemed to know where it had been taken. So, I headed off to in search of them. They weren’t in an of the usual location so I gave up and headed for a gallery. I would have to work from one of the benches in the gallery. This worked well for a while but there was a painting I wanted to work from and there was no bench available. I had been chatting with the guard before I started and I asked him if I could sit on the floor (art students do this all the time). He said he didn’t care so I sat down and leaned against a pillar. The problem was my boots didn’t let me sit cross legged and I would have been a hazard if I didn’t sit that way so I cuffed my boots below my knees and pulled my legs in and got to work. Lots of folks came by and no one seemed bothered. As I finished, the guard and I continued to chat. I pullen my boots back up again and he asked what I did for a living. I told him I was a computer geek and that I enjoyed coming over to the museum to just unwind. I also said that these, and indicated my boots, were part of the unwinding. He commented, “You should just keep doing what you enjoy doing.” A little later I was standing, looking at a 16 century alter piece that had several paintings that were used for teaching biblical stories. I thought I knew most of those stories but there were two paintings I couldn’t place. A mother and daughter were also looking at the alter and I asked them if they recognized the scenes. After some discussion they did and at the end the daughter said, “By the way, I really like your boots.” “Why thank you.” I’ve been looking for a pair of white boots.” “This tall?” “Well, yes actually.” So I gave her a couple of web address and cautioned her that in a heel this high they run a little small. She thanked me for the information and headed off to another gallery. I wandered around for a while the headed out. On the way I stopped at the front desk and reported a light was out over a particular painting. They were glad someone reported it even is he was hearing thigh boots. :roll:

I dream of a world where chickens can cross roads without having their motives questioned.

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TBG: I recently tried a pair of knee high Pleaser Seduce boots in 5" and found that the shape of the arch/etc fit my feet much better then the 8899 boots. I am thinking about getting a pair of the Seduce 3011's in leather, although the way the weather and my schedule's been I'm not sure how often I'd be able to wear em out. Oh well. As always many thanks for your updates on your booted outings, gives alot of us the courage to do the same :roll:

(formerly known as "JimC")

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This was Friday so it was jeans at work. That also meant I wore my blue knee high boots with 2” block heel under my jeans all day along with a black sleeveless turtleneck under a white dress shirt. After work I changed the jeans for a tan skort, and the blue knee high boots for my black leather thigh boots with 5” stilettos and took off the white shirt leaving the black sleeveless turtleneck.

I was expecting it to be warm but it turned out to be a little brisk so when I went into Sam’s for some shopping, I also wore a tan suede jacket. I took the jacket off in the store and wandered around looking for the stuff I wanted. I didn’t notice anyone being bothered by my presence or appearance at all. I did get a couple of nice smiles from some ladies. The outfit was all about wearing thigh boots with heels. The skort would have passed for shorts and there was about six inches of my leg showing between the hem of the skort and the top of my boots and that contrast really made the boots stand out. ( I have had people really not notice I was wearing boots them I wore them with jeans.)

Anyway, I liked the look and enjoyed myself and the whole trip was quite uneventful.

JimC - Thanks for the kind words.

:roll:

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On the way home from work tonight, I stopped at Bigg’s and Sam’s for a little shopping. I wore a long sleeved white dress shirt, a tan baseball cap, a tan suede jacket, a tan short skort, black sheer hose and black thigh boots with 5” stiletto heels. The outfit did go together rather well. This morning I was expecting the weather to be sunny and mild, however, it was cool and raining quite heavily. I have never been one to use an umbrella so when I got to Bigg’s I walked in through the rain. In the store I got a few glances but nothing unexpected. I headed straight for the items I wanted but at the register there was a long delay and I wound up changing lines along with the lady that was ahead of me. We had an exchange about the limited number of open registers and who should go first in the new line (I insisted she should) but she never mentioned or questioned how I was dressed. I slogged my way back out to my car and headed for Sam’s. It was still raining when I got there so it was another slog into Sam’s. Again a few heads turned but everyone was polite and didn’t seem to care what I was wearing. I took my time and wandered around a good bit before heading to the register. Then it was a dash back to the car. I did overhear a comment from a lady about not being able to walk in those heels but it wasn’t directed to me so I didn’t engage in a conversation. I hadn’t worn those boots for several days and hadn’t worn hose for even longer. I had forgotten how great it feels to pull those boots on over hose. If you haven’t tried it your missing a great feeling. :roll:

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