i'm still amazed. i can still be stopped dead in my tracks in rue d'Antibes, mesmerized. how do they do it?
how do these women walk in those heels? i'm not talking cushy platforms or one inch business heels or even accommodating stewardess numbers. i'm talking 4 to 6 inches of spike resting precariously on a rubberized cap the size of a pencil eraser. the angles of these things are sharp, steep and terrifying to me. how the tendons of the ankle can handle the stress, i can't imagine. i don't even think Barbie could manage it.
and everyday, everywhere i see ladies of every age wearing them shopping, walking the dog, even running to catch the train--over gaping grates, through cobblestones more closely resembling earthquake rubble---teetering and tottering they go in shoes that can only be described as death-defying.
i'm a convert to French fashion sense, i won't deny it. i've been wearing mostly black for a decade (longer if you count the mod years), i've traded in standard cut jeans for boot-leg in a mild-to-moderate camel-toe fit, most of my handbags now come in bags of their own, i've nipped in my dresses, tossed out the baggy sweaters, paid so much for bras and undies that i can list them on my renters insurance, and am no stranger to the endless ways a scarf can be tied. yes, Dawn, it is a law that you have to wear a scarf here.
but those heels. there are some things i just can't bring myself to do. i'll blame it on my fear of hieghts.
Posted by katemikkelsen at January 24, 2004 01:50 PM | TrackBack