Friday, January 6, 2017

I tried wearing heels for the first time ever, and it did not go well


I’ve avoided heels for the first 26 years of my life. For me, it's always been a pragmatic choice rather than an aesthetic one. When you regularly trip on uneven sidewalks — or even over your own feet — it just seems logical to stay as close to the ground as possible. So my footwear rotates between black Converse and black sandals.

After a year at Refinery29 surrounded by women in heels (who could walk — and walk quickly!), I felt like it might be time to broaden my shoe repertoire. High heels always felt like a benchmark of adulthood, something, along with an understanding of 401(k)s, that I had skipped. But, I had recently made an appointment with a financial advisor; maybe I could click around confidently, too, inches above my average height. So I decided to test out heels for the first time, ever.

Since my shoe shopping experiences usually involve not much more than finding the sneaker that looks like it's been attacked by a finger-painting toddler, I was sent to Century21 with fashion market writer Ray Lowe for my first pair of heels. She zipped through the aisles, taking in shoe stats, analyzing them like a footwear cyborg, while the only help I could really offer was my size.

We ended up trying on about four pairs of shoes, landing first on a "functional" pair of white, block-heeled sandals with an ankle strap to keep it securely tethered to my foot.

My second pair was less secure, "a pair that reflected your mental image of heels horror," Lowe told me. "Stiletto, impossible to walk in, a covert weapon." I slipped them on, and immediately feared for my life, or at least my ankles. When I turned to get out of the way of another customer, my lack of balance sent me hurtling backward into the shoe rack before sliding to the ground. The next morning, I found a giant, purple bruise on my hip; I couldn't sit normally all week.

I attempted to get through my first day in heels strapped into the casual block heels, but already I found my movement limited. I ordered lunch to be delivered. I went to the bathroom less. I felt like a kid stumbling around in her mom's heels, and I was sure I was drawing somewhat curious, somewhat concerned attention to myself with every step. My fashion sense isn't actually inconspicuous (lots of bright colors, poufy dresses, sometimes channeling multiple Disney characters in a single outfit), but the attention on my heels felt different. At least if I got a weird look for a flashy dress, I was owning it because I was comfortable in it.

Heels made me feel ridiculous, and more than that, ridiculous under a spotlight.
The subway became dangerous. Even with my knees bent, like I was about to take off down the slopes, I could not keep my feet rooted to the car floor, knocking into my fellow passengers like a very apologetic pinball. I no longer simply sat in suddenly vacant seats — I collapsed.

I made it through to Thursday before donning my stilettos, the spindly things I was truly dreading. By then, being a shaky 5-foot-7 had made me a lot of things: blistered, very angry at the patriarchy, susceptible to infomercials selling leg-messaging chairs. When I slipped on the stilettos, I felt certain the heels were going to snap off, followed by my feet, like a Bratz doll. I tiptoed in slow motion to the subway, clinging to walls and beams for dear life.

When I got off the subway in the West Village, I was faced with yet another American Ninja Warrior-like challenge: cobblestones. I was already 10 minutes late to see a play, "running" at a glacial pace of one city block every five minutes, and chanting to myself, "Just keep swimming," like Dory in Finding Nemo, until I reached the theater and crumpled into my seat.

Two hours later, after a blissful seated break for the play, I wobbled back outside. A friend of a friend who moonlights as a drag queen insisted on correcting my heel-walking form. He advised me to keep my head up and attempt to "glide." He's not quite Michael Caine, but it helped — I felt more stable, less likely to fall into the nearby sewer grate. His helpful encouragement — shoulders back, walk heel-toe — carried me for three very slow blocks, before I ultimately found myself giving up and changing into my sneakers. I decided to never put those stilettos on my feet again.

One important note: My biggest fear throughout this entire experiment was falling. I was terrified of faceplanting in the hallways at work, tripping on the sidewalks of New York, toppling over in a themed bar with my friends. But other than generally sore feet, nothing bad happened to me after the first fall in the Century21 store. I wasn't taken in the night by some shadowy figure alerted to my presence by the click of my heels, as horror movies might have taught me. I didn't topple onto the subway tracks on the way home from bars. I didn't break off one of my heels, twist my ankle, or get caught in subway grates.

In fact, my general feeling toward heels is no longer fear. Instead, it's rage. I'm not an angry person, but after a night of supermarket shopping in the sandals, teetering between my Whole Foods bags, I didn't just want to take my new shoes off. I wanted to take them off and hurl them through a window. A closed window.
I understand the desire to wear heels the way I, as a vegetarian, understand a craving for a hamburger. I know the sandwich is full of protein and iron. I know, no matter how unappetizing I might find it, it's flavor and juiciness has widespread appeal. I see its merits in a distant, scientific way. But the thought of eating one myself makes me want to gag. I begrudge no one their Jimmy Choos or Happy Meals. But after my time spent in heels, I know unequivocally I want no part of either.

I still have the heels in my closet, and I no longer feel the urge to throw them out a window. I considered giving them away to a more heel-inclined friend or coworker, but I like them where they are, laying on a bed of sneakers. They're a reminder that scary things aren't impossible, and that once you've done that thing that scares you, you're allowed to call it faced and conquered. And who knows? Maybe one day I'll pull out the block heels for a friend's summer wedding. They'll look great next to everyone else's discarded heels on the side of the dance floor.

Sunday, December 4, 2016

A new pair of high heels that every woman wants hits the style industry


Manolo Blank once said, "You put #high heels on and you change." That’s why heels have a special place in the hearts of most women. With high heels on the female leg has a better shape and the look empowers women as they look more elegant.

Great news - shoes with changeable heels

Heels can be categorised as flat, stiletto, cone, pump and more. Different types of heels with varying heights bring different visual impressions to people. Therefore, a company has designed a collection of shoes with five interchangeable heel heights. You can change from stiletto to flat in seconds without changing the shoes!

All in one interchangeable footwear

Mime Et Moi, a Germany company, has launched the Kickstarter project this year. This is wonderful news for women as it comes with one shoe and five different heel options. The one-shoe-five heel footwear will come in a variety of colours and will cost around 150-230 Pounds. Customers will be able to choose different types of the heels (block, stiletto and flat) with different heights. Choosing what kind of heels to be worn just depends on your mood!

The official website of Mime Et Moi provides the instructions of the interchangeable one-shoe-five-heel. All you need to do is just pull the trigger of the shoe and take away the heel. Then close the trigger and replace with a new heel. You just need to step on the back and it’s done!

Different types of heels suit different occasions. That's why women spend time choosing their style of high heels. Not only should they feel comfortable with the heels, but they also need to suit the event they are attending. Stilettos are the favourite heels for the up-and-coming. As the stiletto is the highest, it also produces the best leg shape. Wearing the block heel is good for going to balls or parties. Dancing with the block is more enjoyable. The flat is the best heel height for going to the park on a date!

Portable, new, stylish and practical shoes for women

The one-shoe-five-heel suits all the women, especially beginners. When women first wear high heels, they tend to find them uncomfortable and hard to wear for a long time. However, if they need to attend special occasions with heels. the interchangeable shoe is a perfect choice! What’s more, these heels are so portable that they can be packed into a clutch bag!

The news that these combo shoes have hit the market is probably going to be welcomed by women across the world. Women and instant choices about shoes have long been a dream the #Fashion houses have failed to deliver.

Saturday, November 5, 2016

An expert explains exactly how heels are messing up our feet


However glorious wearing heels makes us feel, we can all admit they hurt our feet like hell.

While we might begin a night out with a ‘no pain no gain’ mentality, by the end we’re hobbling to get from our cab to our front door – and this is if we’re not pressured to wear them all day at work too.

So it’s barely surprising that they’re messing up our feet.

But how, precisely? We asked Highgate-based podiatrist Emma Lincoln to break it to us.

‘High heels can certainly damage the feet if worn daily and for long periods of time,’ she told metro.co.uk.

‘Pointy high heels will significantly increase the pressure on the balls of the feet and squeeze toes together.’

Yep, we’ve all dealt with this pain before. But the issue goes beyond that of just grinning and bearing it, as Emma says that it can lead to far more serious issues such as ‘nerve pain, corns and blisters’.

And the scariest-sounding consequence? ‘Damage to the foot structure’, including bunions – deformity of the base joint of the big toe – and hammer toes; a toe that’s bent permanently downwards.

Which she says can only be corrected with ‘surgical intervention’.

And for those of us that swear by a chunky, well structured heel, we were right – they are better for us, as Emma says that the shape of a shoe does make a big difference.

‘Wearing a very thin stiletto heel will increase the chances of ankle sprains and other soft tissue injuries, as well as alter your posture which can lead to knee and lower back pain,’ Emma explains.

‘Thicker and lower heels will make the foot more stable, and put less pressure on the ball of the foot.’

But if you insist on wearing heels Emma suggests at least inserting silicone pads onto them or wrapping silicone plasters around your heels and toes to reduce friction.

And, of course, always bring a pair of flats with you so that you can change into your heels at the last minute.