The usefulness of a 4-inch heel.

 This is the second dress I’ve worn today. I started out determined to make another frock work for me, but the top of the other dress just… doesn’t work with my body. It’s not flattering. And I almost said “oh well” and wore it anyway, but then I put on these shoes, which reminded me of this dress, which needed this belt… and there you go.

I hope you’ll forgive the fact that the lighting has turned me into a piece of white paper today. It’s overcast and bad lighting. But it did bring out the color of the dress. And also the red in my hair.

So the other day at work, my coworker and I were discussing whether we girls get cold in the shop (it’s a drive-up stand) and my coworker commented that she never gets cold while the other girl does. And I said “yeah, but she’s pretty skinny” meaning, you know… no body fat to hold in the heat. And my coworker said “but you’re skinny, too!”

And it was sort of a revolutionary thought for me. That I am perceived by someone as skinny. I don’t see myself as skinny. I see myself as… in between. I definitely have squishy bits– and I should clarify right now that I am in no way demeaning myself or my body, I truly like the way I am– and my hips definitely aren’t small. But I’m not overweight. I’m just… me. And I never would have thought that I would ever be classified in anyone’s mind as skinny.

It’s interesting how different my perception of myself is from others’ perception of me.

In completely unrelated news, I’ve suddenly gotten a bunch of new subscribers and I don’t know where you’re all coming from. I used to get one or two a week, and now it’s one or two a day. So if you feel like it, please say hello and tell me how you found me! I’d like to say hello back.

And, seguing recklessly into a different subject once again, these shoes are the most beautiful shoes ever… but whoever made them did not make them with walking in mind. I swear, one wrong step and it would have been the death of me. Or the serious breaking-of-bones of me. Or something equally detrimental.

On the other hand, if I were ever to be mugged while wearing these shoes, I’d be able to defend myself with the heel. And in the headlines it would say “Woman Saves Herself With High-Heeled Shoe!” and then nobody would be able to argue that high heels are just frivolous inventions.

I should probably go channel this sudden onslaught of ridiculous storytelling into that novel I’m trying to write this month. If a vampire gets stabbed with the heel of a shoe, you’ll know which post it was inspired by.

I hope you all have a lovely Sunday!

By the way, if you’re wondering what happened to my glasses… I just haven’t been feeling like wearing them lately. My vision didn’t miraculously get better or anything. I’m still so blind that I have to be less than a foot away from an object to see it clearly without glasses. Just so you know.