Millie.Graham
12-10-2016, 02:38 AM
Hi All,
I just wanted to share a fun mini adventure I had this week.
But first, some background. I have always had a love for shoes, what girl doesn't right? But shoes are expensive and dressing is a part time thing for me, so it id hard for me to justify spending a lot of money on shoes. Last year I bought some really nice wedges that I just love. They are comfy, fun, and adorable. I have gotten several compliments on them as well. :) They have been my only heeled shoe and I have been dying to get a proper set of heels, but for various reasons have not done so until now.
Now on to the story.
As I said, I have been looking for a nice set of proper heels, nothing to fancy, expensive, or ridicuously high. I have been wanting to stay in the sub 3 inch range. I finally found a pair that I liked and came in my size, a little on the high side, but ok. Whoo Hoo!!! :D So I went and tried them on and they fit nice. Thankfully it appeared that my time with my wedges paid off and I thought I was doing alright as I walked up and down the store aisle a few times, checking fit and look (and that I wouldn't kill myself). They looked nice, felt nice, these were now my heels! I went and paid and took them out to my truck and changed into them when I got to my destination.
Now comes the fun part. Walking across the parking lot and the sidewalk all when well. But when I opened the door and walked inside the building, Oh Boy!!! Walking on tile is a whole lot different than walking on tha carpet in the store. I just about wiped out right there. I quickly recovered my balance turned the corner and went down a flight of stairs and was met with a new challenge. Ahead of me laid about 200 feet of linoleum tile. Oh my! :eek: I felt like I was trying to pogo stick across an ice skating rink. Every couple of steps I felt the heel skid sideways out from under me. About half way down the hall I was seriously considering going back outside and changing shoes. That hall way never felt so long. I managed to survive without falling or breaking anything, but I definitely did not make it to the other end with a lot or grace of composure. Oh, well. A little while later it was time to treverse the hallway of terror once more, I was hungry and it was time to go to lunch. On my way out I floated down the hallway with a steady and confident stride, loving the sound of my new heels clicking on the tile beanth. Ha! Yea, no, I wish... That is not how that went. I tried to walk with my head up, shoulders back and a steady gait, I did a little better than the first time and just cringed as I listened to my heels click on the floor and broadcast to the world, that whoever was walking down that hallway had no business whatsoever wearing a pair of heels. :sad: Having made it outside alive, I was going to ditch my lovely new heels in favor of my trusty, STABLE, wedges, but I screwed up my resolve and wore them to lunch. I decided I would change after lunch. After a wonderful lunch I decided that the only way I was going to get good at wearing heels was to keep practicing and there was no time like the present. I ended wearing them the rest of the day. I definitely need some more practice, hopefully in the not to distant future I will be able to walk in heels instead of stumble in heels :-). But I do love my new heels.
And oh man, after a full day in heels, my feet hurt. It took a couple of days for them to feel normal again.
Thanks for listening,
Melissa
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I just wanted to share a fun mini adventure I had this week.
But first, some background. I have always had a love for shoes, what girl doesn't right? But shoes are expensive and dressing is a part time thing for me, so it id hard for me to justify spending a lot of money on shoes. Last year I bought some really nice wedges that I just love. They are comfy, fun, and adorable. I have gotten several compliments on them as well. :) They have been my only heeled shoe and I have been dying to get a proper set of heels, but for various reasons have not done so until now.
Now on to the story.
As I said, I have been looking for a nice set of proper heels, nothing to fancy, expensive, or ridicuously high. I have been wanting to stay in the sub 3 inch range. I finally found a pair that I liked and came in my size, a little on the high side, but ok. Whoo Hoo!!! :D So I went and tried them on and they fit nice. Thankfully it appeared that my time with my wedges paid off and I thought I was doing alright as I walked up and down the store aisle a few times, checking fit and look (and that I wouldn't kill myself). They looked nice, felt nice, these were now my heels! I went and paid and took them out to my truck and changed into them when I got to my destination.
Now comes the fun part. Walking across the parking lot and the sidewalk all when well. But when I opened the door and walked inside the building, Oh Boy!!! Walking on tile is a whole lot different than walking on tha carpet in the store. I just about wiped out right there. I quickly recovered my balance turned the corner and went down a flight of stairs and was met with a new challenge. Ahead of me laid about 200 feet of linoleum tile. Oh my! :eek: I felt like I was trying to pogo stick across an ice skating rink. Every couple of steps I felt the heel skid sideways out from under me. About half way down the hall I was seriously considering going back outside and changing shoes. That hall way never felt so long. I managed to survive without falling or breaking anything, but I definitely did not make it to the other end with a lot or grace of composure. Oh, well. A little while later it was time to treverse the hallway of terror once more, I was hungry and it was time to go to lunch. On my way out I floated down the hallway with a steady and confident stride, loving the sound of my new heels clicking on the tile beanth. Ha! Yea, no, I wish... That is not how that went. I tried to walk with my head up, shoulders back and a steady gait, I did a little better than the first time and just cringed as I listened to my heels click on the floor and broadcast to the world, that whoever was walking down that hallway had no business whatsoever wearing a pair of heels. :sad: Having made it outside alive, I was going to ditch my lovely new heels in favor of my trusty, STABLE, wedges, but I screwed up my resolve and wore them to lunch. I decided I would change after lunch. After a wonderful lunch I decided that the only way I was going to get good at wearing heels was to keep practicing and there was no time like the present. I ended wearing them the rest of the day. I definitely need some more practice, hopefully in the not to distant future I will be able to walk in heels instead of stumble in heels :-). But I do love my new heels.
And oh man, after a full day in heels, my feet hurt. It took a couple of days for them to feel normal again.
Thanks for listening,
Melissa
269925269926