Heel!
September 27th, 2010
I change my point of view when I’m wearing heels. I’m taller, tougher, tender…and I don’t know why. It’s such a silly cultural stereotype, but who cares? I know that Keen and Merrill and Birkenstock are all good for me, but they make my soul feel flat-footed and clunky. Like I’m a Hobbit extra in Lord of the Rings. I know flats are more convenient, but they make me feel childish. More like Madeline, less like fey and sylphy Audrey Hepburn. I know flip flops are always there by the door for errands and taking out the garbage. But they make me feel like I have dirty feet. I know running shoes are for my own good. But there is nothing remotely attractive about tractor-pull soles. Of course, I’m not going to walk around in high heels every day, all day (unless they’re black suede Cole-Hahn heels with Nike Air soles), but I love to have a reason or make a reason to dress up and step up–to bring the world to heel, if only in my own mind.
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