Well, lest my occasional reader irrevocably assume a notion I am all gloomy and into uncanny topics, here is my earlier reflection on how it feels to wear hight heels. I have to chip in beforehand, they are still my footwear of choice, and yes, I relish in dark arts and mysticism, but that is far and away another story, so...
Several years ago, having
been almost bidding farewell to my dentist I was caught at the door
sill with the question whether it's comfortable to trot on the heels
like mine. Well, wearing braces is nothing in comparison to whimsical
idea of operative legs elongation, so I'd rather linger on wearing
high boots than undergo any surgery, moreover I don't even feel
affected by their elevation at all. Habit's the second nature, what
else to add.
What I've been kept doing
through all my way back home was contemplating over high heel
footwear advantages. It really owns them, in my slant, making the
woman's feet look more graceful and aesthetic, statuesquely honing
her proportions, complementing extra 3 to 13 cm to her desirable
tallness, hence metamorphosing her physique to appear slimmer. Also
fine heels are always a tinge of luxury. Not forget to mention that
in an urgent case stiletto heels can turn into cold weapon. Thus, I
was enumerating all noticeable and incredible “pros” of wearing
flattering heels, until one distinct hindsight came down on me, the
only occasion when I had lamented my heels penchant.
Luckily (for myself) I
don't have photos of me lying prostrate on the ice sheet, albeit I
believe they would entertain my reader. What was I doing in a such
inconvenient posture? Once our girlie company had decided to go
skating. What would have been easier, I thought, self-confidently
suspecting that my childhood's experience would come in handy, and
assuming that skating is one of those skill like swimming and riding
bicycle, which are learnt-before-to-never-be-forgotten-ever. How
mistaken had I been! The mere first attempt to stroke had resulted in
hitting the ice with toe picks of my ice skates due to my
predisposition to walk literally on the toes. And after I had got
tired of permanent stumbling and falling down, lastly, I had managed
to distribute my weight in a such manner that to keep ice skates'
blades flat evading ploughing the ice. Fortunately, I had been pretty
perfectly recollecting how to stand up quickly, leastwise my school
days expertise had not been good for nothing. Don't worry, everybody
had survived, not without the bruises though.
And in the end, coming
back to nowadays in my narrative, I'd like to share some high heeled
exemplars worth of being drooled upon their impeccability. Waving farewell to the recently gone summer, I share photos of three prominent platform sandal pairs I find
marvellous and meriting to accentuate their beauty. I'm not going to praise them any more, because pictures talk for
themselves! Stunning, aren't they?
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