A lament for high heels

This post is somewhat of a lament, a sad longing for the good old days when there was always something stylish between me and the pavement.  Before outback dirt and Crookwell weather got in the way of
a good shoe.



In my opinion shoes are just footwear if they don't have a heel. Before I became a caravan living women I had quite a collection of shoes. l had stilettos, wedges and square heels. Not a flat shoe in sight. I could stalk the halls of the school I taught at with the best of them. The extra height didn't hurt when fronting high school boys either.



Then I moved into a caravan.



Instead of a whole wardrobe floor to store my shoes I have one triangular shelf and a bit of floor space on my side of the bed. Oh the agony. K had trouble getting rid of his collection of bolts, wires and electrical bits. I had trouble ditching shoes.



So one best pair black wedges. A white and a black casual heels and my wedge heel  thongs..flip flops for non Australians....made it into the cupboard. I managed with  these everyday in NT.  Pretty heeled thongs on my feet, colour on my nails, a colourful pendant, cool bohemian top... Got to keep up your standards.



I did have flat thongs for safer walking to the hot springs and back.



Then we spent winter this year here in Crookwell.  Now I have boots, flat heeled boots, two good pairs bought locally and a couple of thrift shop soft tops. My daughter bought me some uggies. I think she was sick of seeing my cold toes. I put thick socks and boots on everyday. My few summer heels are in the cupboard and the boots rest in the annex to ambush me every morning.



I have been walking town in flat footwear. What is the world coming to?



I recently found in one of the boxes we had in storage my long high heeled boots. I must have decided they were too precious to discard. With joy in my heart I popped them on to find that not only was the zip knackered but that  I have slipped so far into low heeled-ness that I needed the heel lowered a bit so there is some hope that I can wear them again. A nice man in Bankstown altered and repaired them for me while K was in hospital and I have instituted a regime of daily training to get back into shape for their elevated wonderfulness. One can only hope.





Cheers Sue

A Ferg on the Move.