Colonna sonora di questo post: in these shoes? Kristy MacColl
Have you ever noticed how women are fascinated by shoes? No?
It 's impossible.
do not know to be a female it can prove an irresistible attraction to the shoes. Even the girls fall for it!
And the amazing thing is that most are uncomfortable, unthinkable (but mostly uncomfortable) and we love the most.
Let's face it, the percentage of women who do not drool behind a pair of heel shoes is very low and even those who did not buy then admire them.
Like me for example. I am a rare case of cuniculi * calzaturarum eager cum sine buy heel and the reason is very simple: the rabbit is somewhat more taller than me. If I shot her mom look like a heel twelve or one of those Swedish stangone (bbionda I know well ...) who go around with Italian male, which I abhor in a particular way (the couple giangallona Swedish and Mediterranean man, not the Italian male in itself!). So Basically
off wheels on heels, the ones with the trays and 12 cm of dizziness called heel.
In fact, I've got some rear shoes and disco is also very useful, when you look at people from six feet in height all seems more reasonable, even repel the advances of an annoying guy. But back to the question
shoes and women.
Why do women have a so deep down to one thing Basically serves to prevent us from dirty feet on the street?
Why do women wear shoes with 80% of cases, as they suffer damage even if they do not admit it? Why are we so masochistic
for shoes but when we must raise a cry as ingrown nails calves brought to the slaughter?
's a mystery. I do not explain it to me.
We must have some gene that leads to self-destruction of our poor little feet are rebelling with corns, calluses, alleyways and sometimes Calloni (ops!).
I'll tell you my personal experience of wearing shoes:
eight years, I am forced to wear orthotics due to flat feet (and the cops make me horror). Li I hated it. Ten Years
communion put on a pair of white doll shoes (the ones with the strap) and 2 cm of well-heeled (!). I was so proud of my shoes, so much that even when I felt too humid and unbearable pain I have no breath in the evening then I discovered that I risked the stripping of Thumbelina, I loved the shoe was literally eating me.
With the arrival of adolescence were the shoes of a type and one type only: Dr. Marten's. From there you can not escape. Even with the dresses, with jeans, with everything! Including summer. Including sea ... help if I think about it ... my poor parents!
And yet ... those make the mistake of bringing Dr. Marten's new in Vienna two days time ... i miei piedi hanno rischiato la scarnificazione esattamente come con le scarpe da bambolina, che ironia della sorte...mai due calzature furono più diverse con gli stessi risultati!
Poi a 17 anni l'illuminazione: a seguito di un regalo (jeans un pò a zampa bellissimi con le toppe davanti) mia zia mi regala delle zeppe stile Spice girls. Celestine, bellissime.
Ero alta più di uno e ottanta con quelle scarpe...mi sentivo meravigliosa!
E da li...le scarpe col tacco sono entrate nella mia vita sotto forma di tacchi a spillo con cui andare in discoteca (20 anni), tacco più grosso su stivale, e via discorrendo.
Mi ricordo un altro paio con cui andavo in discoteca, erano una cazzo di tortura cinese perchè avevano la slippery soles and foot sweating as I wanted all along, and before they had a band with a minilaccio passing between the toes and fingers, like a thong. Imagine what a pleasure to dance on after an hour or two ... but I danced and I destroyed them feet in joy.
Once I fell in love with a pair of shoes but it was unrequited love.
white boots were made of a thin leather string that is twisted in several different ways on a boot-shaped, creating one thousand artistic flourishes. The
I loved those shoes and sold them because my aunt went to her and wore it and walked back and forth to the store.
costing a madness, so my aunt told me that if I had remained unsold would dates.
course disappeared in a short time I was there ... that will be featured that Caracalla from morning to night dreaming of using them ...?
Well, let's face reality: we women have a serious congenital problem.
We are fixed with the shoes, perhaps hoping that the right shoe makes you feel a goddess, makes us feel the true gentleman, but the truth is that the shoes are ladies and goddesses.
the wearer and what it is, and if you are zeracca * , so are the Loubutin ...
And then to put some shoes must take courses to learn to walk ... and some things you will always be precluded.
Because if you wear a shoe like this ...
the only thing you can do is smile and say ...
'In These Shoes ...? I do not think so ... '
And I'll say whatever they ask you to do!
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