03 Jan Mini / Mid / Kitten heel (which I will now refer to as the fake high heel)
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So there I was minding my own business looking at issue 082 of Grazia Magazine South Africa, when I came across a three page fashion story on the mini / mid-heel. Mid-heel my ass! This is a kitten heel and I, the girl who objected to kitten heels in 2010, when I spotted a Manolo Blahnik inspired kitten heel trend report in Harper’s Bazaar, is still not buying it.
Cinderella’s Prince Charming would have never tried to find ol’ Cinds if she left behind a mini / mid / kitten heel. In fact if I wrote the story, Cinderella would have been wearing a pair of stilettos instead of her glass slippers. She would have never left the ball because no one (except Carrie Bradshaw) actually wants to run in heels and happily ever after would have been that night for Cindy – who, let’s face it was just trying to catch a break.
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To quote myself in 2010 “One cannot ignore the aesthetic of the Roger Vivier stiletto, I even wrote a paper on the history of the stiletto heel for an art history essay (I really was reaching with that one). Think about it, the prettiest of all the shoes in the store is always the skyscraper Louboutin’s or Jimmy Choo’s. I have never had a kitten heel or a ballet pump (mind you) make me gasp and go “Oh My Gaaawd!”
I love shoes for their ability to complete and add life to an outfit. With that being said, I am not one of those girls who spend most of their life elevated in heels, because I am tall and my friends are so short, it can be really annoying for photographs; and I do actually value comfort. In fact, I have spent the majority of the past two years in sneakers because I simply don’t have to be in a boardroom anymore.
I won’t pretend that I haven’t twisted an ankle, broken an impossibly skinny heel on a cobble stone pathway, had painful feet after a night out, or endured unnecessary cab fares home in New York because walking one block to the closest subway station wasn’t an option for my feet. Still. I simply do not own flesh-coloured stockings, a navy blue or burgundy polyester pencil skirt or a pair of bootleg jeans; so I can’t see the purpose of a pair of mini / mid / kitten heel (which I will now refer to as the fake high heel) in my wardrobe.
Just a note, that if anyone was thinking of buying me a pair of fake high heels, please do not buy me those shoes on drawing pins, but rather gift me with a blockette heel as seen below, which I prefer because they look like some of the shoes my grandmother wore to church and I am a sucker for sentimental things.
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