Being a tall gal at 5'8" or so, and also not especially into dressing up, I have never really before worn really high heels. That is before last week when I was visiting Cape Cod and staying with my girlfriend, whom I've known since we were both 13. She and I were going to go out to dinner along with one of our college roommates, since we've all stayed in touch. It was when the ex-roomie arrived in a beautiful outfit and gorgeous 4" heels and my gal pal from junior high began shuffling through the closet that I realized that my simple outfit of black jeans, loose shirt and casual sandals had left me me woefully underdressed.
We three gravitated into the bedroom naturally, talking and laughing. Casually a shirt was thrown my way with an easy command to "try that on." I just can't ignore one of those commands! The shirt was still casual, but much more form fitting.
Next, a pair of black high heel shoes with a four-inch heel. Wow. I could not believe those things. I shook my head. "Just try them," I was told. I slid my foot in and it did fit. I slid my other foot it and buckled that side up too. Then, I stood up. Oh my, was I tall now! I couldn't help but to keep my posture very straight. I also felt better about myself. It was rather incredible. I told my friends I felt like I was wearing my mom's shoes. They both laughed. I'm 39-years-old and am quite grown up, but just don't feel it inside. I don't think I ever will. I'm rather grateful for that, actually.
But, I do think I might be getting a pair of nice four-inch heels. I did like the view from up there.
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