They don’t go with anything I own, they are hopelessly impractical, completely over-the-top for casual get-togethers, and I don’t care one bit.
I’m feeling stressed (already) with all the relentless peopling that is coming my way, bearing down like a freight train. Not just ‘peopling’, but ‘peopling while being endlessly cheerful’, which is the worst kind.
Wearing these will make me feel 85.6% more cheerful. Because MATHS.
I know it is both ridiculous and frivolous, but its the truth nevertheless.
I miss that feeling of slipping my foot into them, perhaps having to do a little wiggle to get them on. Looking at that arch that gets emphasised by the elevation of the heel. Carefully fixing the placement of straps and doing up a tiny clasp against my ankle. That moment when I stand up …
I haven’t posted a picture of any fabulous heels in forever! Since moving to the beach, I can’t really justify frivolous heeled purchases because wearing them to the local surf club seems like overkill (to be clear I HAVE worn heels to the local surf club and it was totally overkill *smile*).
This pair was a generous gift from a very sweet submissive man on Twitter. They are a fabulous nude colour, with sky …
One of the reasons is that I’m buying fewer new shoes (a travesty!!), and another is because my previous apartment had few spots that provided a clear background, so it was difficult to take decent photos.
These aren’t new, but they are lovely aren’t they?!
Strappy black patent leather heels with a snakeskin feature around the heel.