This morning, I took my mother to look for a dress to wear to her granddaughter's wedding. No success. (She decided to wear something already in her closet.) Then we wandered to the shoe department. She wanted to show me some of the high heeled shoes she'd seen when shopping with my dad a few days ago. That's me on the left; her on the right. I decided to try these on. I held on to both sides of the shoe aisle to walk to the end where I took this picture in the mirror.
Honestly, the actual foot part was quite comfortable.
The height, however, was ImpOSsIBLe!
The price was about as steep as the heels were tall!
(I'm SO spoiled by the price of my thrift-store-purchased shoes.)
Wearing these shoes, I was close to 6' tall!
Having lived 62 years at 5'5", I think I'll stay down here.
It was quite a view from the heights!
Sheila is the "Queen of Shoes" (and accessories) as far as I'm concerned.
She frequently views the world from the heights.
She's also a couple of decades younger than me, I think.