Glamour and Cocktail Dresses

My fascination with gowns and high heels started at a very young age. My mother was known for having long night gowns, nice clothes, and high heels. For the life of me, I'm still trying to figure out what possessed my mother to buy a six year old toy high heels. In the 70's (or was it late 60's ... yikes..time flies) not only did they sale candy cigarettes, they also sold toy high heels for little girls. Well, I became proficient wearing those heels at a young age. I could walk anywhere in those acrylic shoes that later resembled Candies Shoes lol. Want to hear a confession?

One bright sunny afternoon there were children laughing and playing. You could hear the birds chirping, dogs barking, and an occassional car passing by. It was a typical day in the neighborhood (minus Mr. Rogers..they would have thought he was the insurance man in my neigborhood). Oh, back to the story. There was barbeque grilling way in the distance and you could hear someone slamming dominoes nearby. You could faintly hear Al Green singing, "I'm so tired of being alone. I'm so tired......". It was just like any other day in the Bay Area. Everyone was chilling (Slang Dictionary)..... (Rap Dictionary) lol. (Mommm she misspelled a word and she had the nerve to give us Slang Dictionaries)!

Then out of no where, there was a blood curdling long scream! "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Then a thump! Then another thump! All you could hear was "thump, thump, thump", "Mooommmm...ahhhhhhh", "thump, thump, thump", Moooommm...ahhhhh." Then there was silence. The kids stopped laughing, you could hear a 33 record player needle scratch the you know what out of Al Green in mid-song "I'm sooo ti.....sscrrerhhhhhhh", even the birds and dogs were quiet.

There I was, looking up two flights of stairs I had fell down. I recall screaming at the bottom of the stairs. Then like O.J. Simpson running through an airport, my mother appeared to jump from the top of the stairs to the bottom of the stairs where I believe my head was lying on one of those high heels. She's my super hero!

To make a long story short, that was the beginning of my experience with high heels and concussions (falling off of the pogo stick was no joke neither). Lord help us all. Thank goodness I can walk in high heels now. It took over a decade to get my big foot in a high heel after that fall. I used to glare at those fake high heels after the fall with my bottom lip poked out and arms folded. Now, I'm verrrry caaarrreful with stairs and high heels. Anyone else have a high heel story? I'd love to hear one. Leave a comment and do tell. :o)

By the way, if there's any other females that wear a size 10 shoe or larger, this blog is going to come to your rescue.

Buona Sera,
Cocktail Dresses and Heels


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