New shoes definitely give me a high. When I first bring them home, I tenderly take them out of the box, smell the leather, stroke the smooth soles and carefully place them at just the perfect angle on the diningroom table or end table in the livingroom where I can admire them like precious works of art. I may even move them to my bedside table so they will be the first things I see when I wake up in the morning. By the end of wearing them on the first day, however, my heels and baby toes are plastered in Band-Aids, the balls of my feet are screaming “fire” and my back gave up around 10:00 a.m.
Back in the “olden days” in the 60s and 70’s when I was in my 20s I wore high heels (more…)