High heels. I don’t
find them easy. Those of us of a certain age know that they weren’t always that
high. Two to three inches was quite acceptable at one point. No longer, sadly.
My first foray in proper heels was about three years ago. It
was my birthday and we were having a gang of friends to dinner. I got a pair of
green suede peep toes with five inch heels and an outfit to match. Standing in
front of the mirror (key word here; standing) l looked great, and the first
three times I walked from the kitchen to the front door to answer it and greet
guests, I managed ok. The fourth time I could feel my heels bleeding and my
back click in the wrong way. I clomped along bravely and my good friend sitting
at the kitchen table beckoned me over.
“Take them off” she said kindly “You look ridiculous.”
