My Blue Suede Heels
My husband is a connoisseur of
women’s feet. He notices women’s shoes. We live in Florida where
flip flops are considered formal wear. There is a never ending supply
of amusement for him here. He likes high sexy heels on women
(obviously). We’ll be at a restaurant and he’ll say, “Anne,
check out her heels. You should get a pair of them.” I am five foot
seven and I wear a size ten shoe. Sexy heels make me feel like
Goliatha and Scott is David. I tower over my husband. He doesn’t
care. He’s looking at my feet!
Since we’re empty nesters, I
decided I should spice things up a bit. I went shopping for sexy,
six- inch heels. When I tried them on, I had to lean on the
saleswoman to stand. I couldn’t walk without assistance. It’s a
strange angle when you’re six inches higher from the rear. My head
stuck out at a strange angle. I looked like an angry, wild bird on a
hunt. I felt like my outstretched head was leading my body and it
wasn’t good. I was following myself! I bought the beautiful blue
suede, six inch, heels anyway and proudly left the store feeling like
a big sex kitten…with very pointy feet.
My husband wasn’t home yet so I
prepared for his arrival. I put on a short skirt and sat in the chair
with a drink at my side. I bounced my legs to show off my sexy heels.
They looked so amazing. When he walked in the door he nearly fainted.
“Surprise!” I yelled, laughing. I modeled the shoes from my
chair, bouncing my legs.
“Let’s see you walk,” he
suggested, as he smiled at me. I think he licked his lips too.
This was not a good idea. I was
dreading the walk part. I sipped my drink and rose out of the chair
at that strange angle. I leaned my head into my walk and looked like
a mad ostrich on a hunt. I took three steps, swishing my hips as I
pranced down my imaginary runway. Then I lost control. I couldn’t
stop myself. I ended up in the kitchen braced by the counter. I
literally ran through the living room like a runaway train, trying to
stay upright.
“Where’d you go?” he yelled.
“Come back so I can see you better.” I did my ostrich prance back
towards the living room. I was six foot one in these heels and I was
rolling. This was not a sexy dance, believe me. He finally got up and
walked in front of me. I put my hands on his shoulders and he led me
to the chair.
“Well let’s see them sitting down
again,” he said. “You’ll have to practice walking in them.”
“I think these will be my sitting
heels. I’ll get seated and you just serve me drinks.” This seemed
like the best possible idea to prevent injuries.
“This is just not sexy,” I moaned.
‘Maybe I’m more the orthopedic shoe type.” I was sad, very sad.
My playful sex kitten has turned into an old, ragged Tabby.
“Oh stop!” He interrupted my pity
party.
“Let’s go dancing!” he shrieked.
Before I know it were in the car. Next we were on the dance floor. We
were in each other’s arms like young lovers. No one knew he was
actually keeping me vertical. One loose step and I’d be off doing
my ostrich dance and take out the entire band. Just the thought of it
made me hold Scott tighter. We looked like honeymooners. A few older
couples smiled at us. The top of his head came just below my chin. I
kissed the top of his head tenderly. It was so romantic! Maybe my
blue suede heels did have a place in my future after all.
“We could get you a helmet and
knee pads to practice walking,” he whispered as we swayed to a slow
dance. Or we can always use Pop’s walker and I can watch you walk
from behind.” I stopped kissing his head at that moment and tried
to bite him.
The vision of me wearing a hockey
helmet, knee pads and a pushing walker in sexy, blue heels just
deflated my playful plans. Fortunately, the walker had no slip tips
to keep me upright. The most exciting news was it had place to hold
my drink. After a few gulps of wine, I felt like a purring vixen
again.
I've never been successful at walking in high heels, which is unfortunate, because I'm barely 5'3" tall. My daughter used to wear them a lot, until she took a tumble on the streets of DC dashing to get a train to visit us (which she missed..). I don't know, I think I like the idea of wearing them sitting down like the ladies on TV. Seated, I can rock out with the best of them.
ReplyDeleteI'm totally with you!
DeleteYes, only meant for horizontal wear. Just saying. I can't walk in them, either.
ReplyDeleteCarol
"Horizontal wear"---I LOVE that!
DeleteMaybe there's something wrong with me, but I've never been all that interested in women's feet, but this was still a fun post to read. Take care.
ReplyDeleteMy husband isn't a foot guy either.....but he loves long legs.
DeleteGreat stuff! The image of the 'mad ostrich' will remain with me for some time!
ReplyDeleteIsn't that hilarious???
DeleteI am still trying to figure out how you ladies walk in them. Yes, it looks sexy but painful at the same time.
ReplyDeleteThey ARE painful! I had a super sexy pair a few years ago but twisted my ankle while wearing them, then fell and screwed up my knee. It's STILL not right!
DeleteThis cracked me up good and proper for that I thank you
ReplyDeleteGlad you liked it--Anne is always so funny!
DeleteLOL! This is why I don't wear heels. Luckily my guy doesn't care so much for them. He is very practical and of course, I would tower over him in heels ;) Hilarious imagery in this piece. Good on ya for sexing it up for you Hubs.
ReplyDeletep.s. I want that walker!
I truly WISH I could wear the shoes in these pictures!
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