Every other year it was a trip to the shoe shop where we had our feet measured a walk up and down the carpet for inspection and we were set for another year.
I guess it was a special day when Mum took me to a place called Saxons a well known expensive shoe store on the High St. It was quite a posh affair. lots of carpet and plenty of variety even bright colours, High heels were called stilettos, the tips of the heels were extremely small but, very fashionable, the opposite style was ballerina flat with no heels, then there was a wedge and Cuban.
|Green with a Cuban Heel|
On the weekend I was allowed to try both nylons and shoes and walk outside for the first time after a practice walk in the bedroom. I think it took me at least twenty minutes to get used to the idea of a suspender belt attaching the nylons back and front first under the knickers or over the top! then to make sure the seam was straight at the back of the legs. I know Mum was dying to laugh, but, managed to keep a straight face as I walked up the road in the stiletto heels it took a while for me to get a balance, I had a tendency to extend my arms out as though I was on a tight rope. I could hear Mum calling Babs back up straight, don't look at your feet and look confident! With all the instructions I went as far as two doors down and buckled, when I looked at Mum she had tears in her eyes from laughing! thank goodness no one was outside and saw my first
experience of new shoes grown up style (I hoped, the neighbours didn't look out behind the curtains)
Last but not least the. Green leather shoes were the most comfortable and I wore them for years. I polished them lovingly every weekend with a special cream and a soft clothe, they always looked good. I could walk with my head up, stiletto's would tend to go in the cracks of the pavement and you would loose your balance and your pride!
When Mum past she had quite a few pairs of shoes in her wardrobe probably never worn, she really loved shoes.
Yes, I think of those stiletto heels now and wonder how I balanced in them. I still have a pair of black leather suede ones in the back of my cupboard , my wedding going away shoes! I can't believe How thin my feet must have been. Couldn't possibly wear them now.ReplyDelete
Good blog B.
Oh, the pain of those high heels. They were murder on your feet! I remember the nylons with the seam and the garter belt too. Whew!ReplyDelete