Monday, February 7, 2011

The Killer Heel

I have a particular pair of shoes in my wardrobe.  They are Chanel-esque - cream patent leather with a black toe and heel.  They are - quite simply - gorgeous and I love them!  However... I can't walk in them. 

Following a broken leg in 2008, my ankle struggles in 'killer heels' and at 185cm (that's 6'1" for those using imperial), I don't really 'need' the heels.  But I love them.  They are elegant and chic.  They look as though they should be on the end of my long legs, crossed at a table at The Windsor, while drinking champagne with girlfriends.  They go perfectly with cream suits for important interviews or cashmere cardigans and pencil skirts - worn to a friend's (unexpected) baby shower.

I have struggled for years about being so much taller than everyone else when wearing heels.  In many cases, I am the tallest in the room in my stockinged feet... but add a pair of tres chic cream patent pumps and I'm unmissable. 

I have them sitting in the middle of the floor at the moment.  Do I - in this year of rethinking my 'stuff' - recycle them to a good cause?  Or do I return them to my side of the wardrobe where they remain - unworn but very much loved?  Is this about 'stuff' or is it about being 'unmissable'?

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