High heels and low aspirations

There's a reason I’m not into shoe fashion that's got everything to do with my height and nothing to do with the fact I haven’t fallen in love with a pair of high heels oh, once or two hundred times. Standing at 5’ 10” in my stocking feet (well, ok, in my socks) I’ve shied away from buying high heels because I already tower over nearly everyone I know. When I was younger, I was tempted and succumbed to buying stilettos but when I went over a couple of times on my ankles, I made a decision not to join the strappy sandal and stiletto clad brigade and stepped out in my own direction. That’s not to say I don’t follow fashion down on my feet. I love wearing Doc Marten shoes and flat chunky things with flowers on, they suit my personality fine.

But back to that love-thang I mentioned earlier with high heels. I think it’s a case of what you can’t have, you drool after.

I'd never go so far as to say I fetishise high heel shoes, because that would be, you know, weird, but I do like looking at them. When I’m in a shoe shop I pick them up and touch them, the spikier and higher the heel the better. Strangely, I hate to see other women wear high heels, they just look wrong somehow and the woman’s posture is nearly always kaput. I don’t think I could be friends with a woman in stilettos, don’t ask me why though as I really couldn’t say.

All of this shoe talk took me to YouTube where I found the Stiletto Run from Berlin in August 2007. Yes, that’s right. Over 100 women running a race in stilettos. “It really hurts, like running on coals” says one of the runners. Well, what did she expect? She signed up for a race in which the rules stipulated that the heels had to be at least 7 cm high and a maximum of 1.5 cm wide. I’m just waiting for the Ladies Doc Marten sensible shoe stroll. Until then, I’ll give the Stiletto Run a miss, thank you very much.