Despite being a part of the Stiletto Gang, I wince whenever I see an actual Stiletto. No, I’ve never had a pair.
Years ago, though, I did wear high heels everyday to work. Looking back I wonder how I did it. I had my first real job working as a file clerk for Pacific Bell in downtown L.A. To get there, I rode the bus, then the streetcar to 8th street, then I walked four blocks up hill to the office building.
Like everyone else back in that time period, besides the heels, of course I wore nylons (no pantyhose yet), and dresses.
At the job, we often sat on little stools to get into the bottom drawers to do our filing, what a trick with skirts. Nylons didn’t last long either.
I even had high heels for leisure, cute sandals.
As I got older and had more kids, the high heels were saved for dress-up occasions and work. On and off I worked as a telephone operator, mostly in Oxnard while hubby was stationed there. Even though no customers ever saw us, we were required to wear nylons and dresses to work. And yes, I wore my high heels then, even when I was pregnant. Three times I worked at the phone company, got pregnant, worked until they wouldn’t let me any longer, and left.
But, I digress. Back to the heels. I didn’t feel dressed up unless I had on heels.
When we moved to where we live now and took over the residential care facility, I didn’t wear heels while I was working with the ladies we cared for, but I wore them when we went to town, or I had to go to a meeting.
I did this for several years until I finally realized, I could still look fine with a nice pair of flat dress shoes. Now that’s all I have–and they better be comfortable.
Really, since I’m now a great-grandmother there’s not anyone I need to impress. You’ll not find a single pair of high heels in my closet today.
Okay, big confessions of the day, do I still get to play with all you Stiletto Gang cuties?