High heels

When I was a little girl, I loved to be clad in heels during festive season or special dinner invitations. I guess it’s normal to want to appear mature when you are little and when you are older (like right now!), you like to be young again. That is the irony of life, isn’t it?

Funny thing was as I was growing into my teens, high heels became a ‘no no’ in my shoe closet. I was more comfortable in mules, sneakers, slips, anything that made me comfortable and mobile. I moved and walked fast. So now that I’m already in my mid 30s, I can never walk comfortably in heels that are more than 3″ high… I would either miss a step, walk like a duck or appear seriously awkward.