Okay. I give up. Sort
of. All you taller-than-me folks who are so jazzed about flat boots
... you win. Again, sort of. I bought some. Well, almost.
I am a high-heels kind of
girl. The last time my height was measured, it was 5' 0" and I
am hanging on to that with both hands, considering how much of a toll
my age has taken on my frame. I work in heels. I play in them as
well, and that tells you a lot about the kind of activities I enjoy.
My physical proportions look so much better when I am in heels, and I
know how to walk in them without clomping, teetering or slumping. I
have even run in them. When I am not in heels, I take care to keep
the muscles and tendons in the backs and fronts of my legs supple,
stretched and toned. I don't have the prettiest pins, but they are
fit, and to quote David Lee Roth, "I ain't the worst that you've
seen."
And if you are one of
those people who insist upon relating horror stories about the evils
high-heels contribute to foot problems, back problems and the
objectification of women, spare me... please. I've been a
card-carrying feminist for more years than some of you have been
alive, and I've heard all the medical and social warnings before.
But I have noticed, with
rising alarm, the proliferation of flat boots on young women and old.
In a recent post, I rejected them out of hand as a trend I would not
follow. I just don't think they do a lot for some women. Like me.
But some trends just take getting used to, and I've been watching
women of all sizes, shapes and ages wear them, and mostly managing to
look cute. And suddenly, my go-to, high-heeled suede boots looked a little more than "last year" with jeans. Less than modern. So I decided to stop being
stodgy and at least try some on.
My first instincts were
right. Lots of them just pointed out how short I really am, many of
them made me look wider than I think I am. And while some
didn't do any particular harm, they did not flatter. All of them
messed with the proportions I'm used to seeing in the mirror. Worst
of all, my backside didn't look right in flat boots! So I did what
anyone with any sense would do, and gave up. I'd rather try on jeans
all afternoon, or repeatedly hit my head against a wall.
But finally, love struck
in the form of a pair of tall, black, fold-over boots from "Call
It Spring". They're the kind that look like equestrian boots
with half-chaps. I put them on, looked in the mirror and knew I had
found the ones I wanted.
I have faux-fur, and
faux-leather, and now I have faux-flat boots. Underneath the
faux-fold-over-half-chap, there is a little 3" wedge, cleverly
disguised as a flat boot ... designed just for women like me who just
aren't ready to give up their heels.
There you go. Another
life lesson, at advanced age; faux can be just fine!
I love them so much that I'm using their picture to link up with all the brave beauties at Patti's Visible Monday .
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