I literally have not had to worry about wearing heels for years because my feet and ankles are in such bad shape from pounding concrete floors during my thirty plus years as a restaurant manager. The last time I can remember wearing heels was six or so years ago when Liz and I went to one of the witches’ balls which used to be a regular date for us. It turned out to be agony until I could slip out of my shoes into my nylon covered feet. Also I have a pair of two inch high heeled boots I wore one night…again years ago.
The whole experience was ill advised as it was a wet evening and I ended up being seated with Liz at a big table in a winery with several wires from the band I had to negotiate when I got up and went to the restroom. To add insult to injury (almost) my heels took my height to well over six feet, so it seemed the whole room was staring as I walked through. I did make it without bodily injury and decided since everyone was seemingly noticing me, I would stand up as straight and proud as I could. To this day, I am surprised I didn’t slip and embarrass myself.
Not surprisingly, both Paula and Stana (of Femulate) have written in depth on the effects of how their Mothers’ fashions influenced their own. Age has dimmed my thoughts on the subject considerably but I do remember my Mom being in dresses most of the time since she was a high school teacher. Plus, of course, I must have been fascinated at some point by her makeup, since I couldn’t wait to try it on me too.
Speaking of makeup and getting dressed up, I must be slipping in Liz’s eyes. In fact she has even volunteered to do my makeup and hair someday when we can go out again.
I guess the “Covid Slippage” may actually be getting to me more than I thought.
At least I am looking forward to receiving my second vaccine the second week of March. While I am not naïve enough to think life will return to some sort of normalcy, anything coming close will be appreciated!