Dealin' Day 2

So day two wasn't quite as exciting in the heels area of the story but I can tell you some other stuffs.

Chris and I were supposed to go on a date night this weekend so the night before date night I went to Walgreens and bought some curlers. My hair is notoriously heavy and thick so I didn't hold onto to much hope that the curlers would work. The ones that I got were called "Wrap, Snap and Go!". They are foam curlers in a fabric sheath that have little snaps on the end. They were pretty easy to use, you just put your hair on it, roll it up to your head and snap it in place.

Once I was all snapped in I chilled in my curlers until bed time and then headed off to sleep. Sleeping wasn't super comfy with a head full of foam but I got through it alright. In the morning my hair still wasn't dry all the way so I left them on for a while. During that time I had to run some errands so I took Chris to Pep Boys. I didn't plan on going in because I was in jammies and curlers but Chris ended up needing help so I gathered up all the confidence you can while wearing jammies and curlers and went into an auto parts store full of men, most who made it a point to looked at me funny. I was thinking, if this was a shoe store/clothing store/ store for mostly girls, I know all the ladies would understand!

After our trip out I went home to beautify myself, when I pulled out the first curler I was nervous! Was it going to be curly? Would the curl fall out in five minutes? Was all of this rolling, uneasy sleeping and embarrasment for nothing?!  NOPE! The curl was very curly! So curly I had to pull it out and put some prouduct in it to make is stay. I had won this battle with my hair! WOOT! Ladies, you know, this is a major accomplishment!

So now I am feelin sexy! I got all my curlers out, my hair in place and my makeup on! It was time for date night, and I was going to wear some heels! My red ones didn't match my outfit so I dug one of the lonely soles out of the back of the closet to wear with some skinny jeans. I looked hot! I was happy! I was ready to go! But where was my date?

Chris was still hanging out with my Dad, yep my finace hangs out with my Dad. I called him and he didn't answer but I figured we still had a while so it was no big deal. After about half an hour he finally called back and I asked him if he was ready to come home, unfortunately for me and my lookin good hair, make-up and heels, he wasn't. He was lookin at Hot Rods and wouldn't be home for another hour. So, I waited around, in the mean time my feet were getting sore and I was barely standing at all.

To make a long story shorter, we didn't get to go out. We had dinner and watched a movie together, not a bad night but a bit of a waste of all the hard work, and I didn't even get to practice in my heels. Oh well, there's always next time!

Dealin' Day 1

Today is the first day that I will actually wear my heels out! I wore them last night while making Taquitos but I don't think that counts since I was only standing in front of the microwave for a few minutes.

I spent some time last night trying out arch supports and different pads to make my heels more comfy but I think they will be best with just the heel guards. I really hate getting blisters on my Achilles tendon area so heel guards are a must!

With my guards in place and my matching red cardigan on it's off to the store I went, two and a half inches taller than normal.

At first it was all good, I made it over the green painted rocks, off the curb and into the driver seat. Phew! Unfortunately the next part was harder. I went into Joann's to get some thread and quilt backing to start a sewing project, I walked around for a little bit checking out different fabrics and feeling proud that I hadn't fallen and I wasn't in that much pain yet. I grabbed my fabric that needed cutting and stood in line for the cutting table.

Trouble, trouble, trouble! I was getting a bit wobbly so I picked up one foot at a time and rolled my ankles around, then I swayed back and forth to take the pressure off but my poor baby toes were screaming! That is about the time that the sides of my calves started burning, it is the kind of burn you get from using a muscle not normally used.

Finally it was my turn and I was relieved to be able to lean on the counter, I leaned every direction possible and I was hoping the girl would take her time cutting, but sooner rather than later she was done and that meant I now had to hike up to the cash register and check out.

I made it! I paid, I got to the car and those heels came off faster than you can blink. AHHHhhhhh, and then CRAP! Now my feet are going to swell! Do I walk back in the house barefoot or dare to put them back on and hope my feet don't feel like they are going to fall off when I get inside?

I WILL BE A HEEL GIRL! I WILL! And with that I put those heels back on, I clicked and clacked my way back into the house and felt proud. Yep, I can do it!

Heelin' n Dealin'

Today is the day. The painful day, the exciting day and a quite fashionable day if I do say so myself. Today is the day I learn to wear heels.

Some may say "So what? I wear heels all the time", and that is all fine and dandy for them but for me this is a BIG deal. I have wanted to be a heel girl for a long time. I have tried before only to fail miserably and painfully. Depressingly it just ends with numb toes and multiple pairs of high heels left sadly alone in the back of my closet, never to be touched again. 
 So what is different this time you ask? I have a wedding to go to, and people, pencil skirts can not be worn without heels, and that is all there is too it.

 

Let me set the scene for you.....

It was a cold, windy night and I was cozy in my Torrid dressing room. I had a whole room full of dresses that I was blowing through, one after another that just didn't look right in one way or place. Unfortunately I am odd shaped, my bottom half and my top half are different sizes. You can take a guess at which is larger if you feel that is necessary to the story. Any who, at the suggestion of my wonderful Torrid sales girl/ dressing room attendant, I tried a high waisted pencil skirt with a top tucked in. PERFECT! I loved it! Though as I was looking at myself in those horrible three way mirrors I noticed something that was wrong. I was flat. I needed to be pumped up, and therefore I needed pumps.

I fought with myself for a while, "this has happened before" I thought. "I know the fate of these heels is bleak, they will end up in the back of my closet with the rest of the beautiful lonely soles." So I bought them anyway. the heels I bought were red and dark brown with four inch chunky heels. ADORABLE! But when I got home I worried "Should I subject these heels to the same life that all of my other heels have suffered? Dusty and heaped in a pile is no way to live!" So, I returned them, and with a great resolve I decided, I will be a heel girl! I will just have to start with something smaller, so I bought some nice shiny red heels, about two and a half inches of torture device. Today is the day I am a heel girl, I am officially Heelin' n Dealin'.