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Posted by Lucy on June 15, 2003, 11:55:03

Hi again everyone! Thank you Patience - you seem to be
winning the Lucy's-most-regular-responder prize! I
entirely agree with you that the majority of teenage
girls of today (constantly slouching-around in nothing
but jeans and the dreaded trainers) have simply no
idea what they are missing through having no sense of
GLAMOUR! My excitement of buying and wearing classic
outfits and lovely smart skirts and the the ultimate
thrill of putting-on and LIVING in a fabulous pair of
four-to-five inch high stiletto heels must be utterly
lost on all but a few of them. When I see groups of
about half-a-dozen girls shuffling and dragging
themselves along the pavement looking dejected, I feel
so sad when I think just how they would have looked in
'my day' with inspiring, stylish very feminine
clothes, click-click-clicking along in their high
stilettos with their heads held high with the
confidence that these wonderful outfits gave them all.
Such is 'Progress'!
Well, on with my story: I left you half-way through my
and Velma's second day-trip to London, during the
Easter holidays of our final year at the business
academy. After leaving Mick working at the art
gallery, we made our way (on foot this time!) to
Regent Shoes for our second visit, chuckling merrily
at Mick's make-everyone's-heels-half-an-inch higher
trick that he had just played on us and all the other
unsuspecting high-heeled ladies. With the summer
coming, Velma was looking for some high-heeled
sandals, and Mummy had given me some money with the
suggestion that I should get some 'everyday' shoes. As
we click-clicked up Charing Cross Road in our
inevitable 4 3/4" 'Alps', a mother-and-teenage
daughter sheepishly asked us 'Can you tell us where we
can find your style of shoes?'. We gaily said 'We're
going there ourselves, it's very close, come with us'
and jauntily started doing a bit of Catwalk Flipping
to emphasize our daringly high heels to them both
during the last few hundred yards. So this time four
of us descended on Regent Shoes, and for me entering
the door for the second time was just as exciting as
it had been at Christmas. Now all the summer stocks
had been added to the usual stunning all-year lines.
Velma soon uttered 'Eureka' because she found that a
summer version of 'Alps' had appeared, with the same
mesmerizing 120mm heel, but designed as a sexy sandal
with a single low toe-bar and a single thin slingback
strap. It was utterly summer-light and feminine!
Within seconds she had settled for a pair of size
sevens in a light caramel colour. Whilst this was
going on, I attended to the mother-and-daughter.
Without knowing which one needed shoes, I took them
over to the usual fabulous display of 'Alps' courts in
various colours and finishes. Their faces lit-up in
excitement and they were soon well into things with a
shop assistant. Just then another 'Esteemed Customer'
emerged through the curtain from the special private
appointments room. This time it was a woman! Her face,
under a straight fringe of the most jet-black hair had
the striking looks of ten Cleopatras, further
emphasized by jet-black mascara and eyebrow make-up
and the brightest red lipstick that Velma and I had
ever seen. Her knee-length skirt was in vertical
gold-mirror slats that sent flashes of light
eveywhere, and looking down at her
just-being-collected shoes, we couldn't believe it!
Like her skirt, they were also in a mirror-gold and
were higher-heeled courts than we have ever imagined
were wearable! Having at that time had no direct
experience of wearing anything more than 4 3/4", Velma
and I found it difficult to estimate the exact height,
but it must have been at least 6", maybe more! Anyway,
the shoe was lifted so far up-and-forward that the
incredibly high pencil heel was little more than an
inch behind the vertically arched sole of the shoe. We
were transfixed with fascination, waiting to see how
she would possibly manage on the paving stones when
she left the shop. In the event, all she did was to
teeter about within the shop to view herself in the
shop's big mirror beside us. She could only manage
this by taking the tiniest mincing steps imaginable,
but looked deliriously happy when she saw herself in
those amazing heels. The four of us 'ordinary' shop
customers became frozen in awe whilst this spectacle
took place, and only resumed shopping once
'Cleopatra-times-ten' had disappeared back into the
'Inner Sanctum'to pay for her new shoes to be wrapped.
Velma and I were then intrigued to see that both
mother AND daughter were busy trying the 'Alps'
courts, although they had come shopping in virtually
flat clumpers. Mother was doing pretty well in hers,
but daughter seemed totally inexperienced and began
heel-wobbling violently from the moment she tried
standing-up. Within a minute or two she burst into
floods of tears! We went over to show our concern, and
she wailed that she was 'Utterly useless' and that she
had 'Been looking foward to her first pair of high
heels for ages'. Mother said 'She's probably got weak
ankles', but Velma and I tried to cheer her up by
saying she out to start with some lower 3" or 3 1/2"
heels and work upwards. We couldn't suggest high
chunky heels because everything was purely stilettos
in those days. It ended up with Mother purchasing a
pair of 'Alps' for herself in dark bottle-green (they
looked great!) and daughter finding nothing as Regent
Shoes stocked less in the lower stuff than ordinary
high-street shoe shops. As they left, I often wondered
whether the daughter (we never did find out her name)
had ever graduated up to the very high heels she
longed to wear! I was the last to buy anything because
I couldn't summon any enthusiasm to try-on anything
that Mummy had called 'Everyday wear'. It suddenly hit
my that because I wore high stilettos the the Academy
every day, and out and about during weekends, that for
me high stilettos WERE 'everyday wear'. I though Velma
looked fantastic in her freshly-on 120mm stiletto
slingbacks, so I brazenly spent Mummy's money on an
identically-styled but white pair for myself, and
thought I'd worry about Mummy's wrath later on. That
afternoon, we stayed-on in London because Velma had
arranged for us to meet Mick after he finished work
for an early-evening meal together near Picadilly
Circus.We filled-in the time shopping for a few
summery tops and bits and pieces, whilst secretly
admiring our great new summer stiletto-heeled
slingbacks as they became reflected in all the shop
windows. The only problem was, as my feet started
snuggling further-down into the single toe-strap, my
slingbacks became looser and kept creeping-down my own
heels until they let go of my foot and I started
having to pause every fifty yards to pull them back up
again. After a while, Velma started having the same
problem, but neither pair had a buckle to be able to
shorten the strap, so our feet were stuck in fixed
sized straps that were becoming too big. By the time
we met Mick for dinner, we were having to stop and
pull-up the straps every few paces. Mick (a
self-confessed expert high-heel admirer) said he'd
noticed that upwards of 50% of girl's slingbacks ended
up getting trampled under their feet, freeing-up the
shoes to flip-flop away merrily. 'Much, much sexier
than trying to keep the straps in position' stated
Mick. Well, on the way from the restaurant, Mick came
with us to see us off on the train. Under his
knowledgeable gaze, we dutifully tried negotiating the
walk in our new stilettos with the slingback straps
now down and dedundant. Velma and I agreed that these
slingback versions had proved harder to control than
the normal closed-court 'Alps', and the absence of
anything to hold the heel made it even harder still.
However the positive side was that the constant
slap-slap-slapping sensation on the underside of our
feet felt very sensuous indeed, and we began to notice
that the spectacle of two girls both wearing
ultra-high clicky stilettos and both flapping along
with the heel-straps trodden-down was turning
infinitly more male (and some female!) heads than when
we had worn them conventionally when first leaving
Regent Shoes. We were rapidly learning that when it
comes to gently teasing the onlooker, buying ravishing
shoes is only part of the secret, and how you wear
them is the another! More soon, Love Lucy.