High heeled Shoe not anymore.

While admiring Myne's collection of  lovely high heeled shoes, the memories just came right back. Never thought I'd say this here, but the discussion  after my comment made me decide to share. I love heels especially platforms. They help you walk elegantly. When you wear high heeled shoes your steps are taken care of. Even without much on, you feel confident and classy. I love platforms, I love heels. However, a fall I had recently made me decide to reduce my inches when it comes to beautiful stilts:

My husband and I were at a

friend's wedding in January this year, this was a very crowded wedding. These days when you attend weddings over here, if you are lucky to get all the seats filled, thank God. Many do not bother about going for the ceremony. What happens is invitees take their time to get ready for the Reception. Even when you see only the Bride, Groom, Family members and close friends at the wedding venue, do not despair. By the time you get to the Reception hall, you may just be lucky to get a seat at the over-flow. 

On this particular day, the wedding hall was full. So many could not get seats inside and had to sit under the canopies. I wore my killer six inch heel for the wedding. Right from home, I was very uncomfortable in them. I wish the heels were like bigger and heavier to help me carry my 5ft 8 height. No they were very tiny heels. I wanted to change the shoe, but did not want to offend him. These were a gift that has lasted for almost a year without me putting them on. I decided to bear the pain and discomfort. Off we go. 

I was lucky to get a seat in between heavily built bodies, so, no one noticed my constant pulling and wearing of the shoes. My purse was so small I could not bring in back-up slippers. All through the sermon, I was kind of distracted with my thoughts going to how I am going to bear this discomfort for the whole day to be able to prove that I like the gift. There were moments when I think I frowned over nothing. Smiling was like a chore while in these Tiny heels.  Though the sermon and everything took too long, I managed to pull through and walk out as if no part of me was hurting. 

Photographs were taken, people were beginning to leave for the Reception Venue. While still thinking on whether to rush home, change the shoe or just bear my cross for the remaining part of the day,  My Hunny excused himself to use the bathroom and I walked back to meet and talk with some friends I saw chatting a few metres from where I stood. We exchanged pleasantries, and  they said they like my shoe. That made me feel good  though secretly enduring the shoe.

After bidding them good bye, I turned to go and did not see another full bodied tall lady on very high heels who probably had stepped on a stone ( You can Imagine Abuja rocky ground full of stones. Even though some areas were landscaped, we stood at a very rough spot)  and stretched her hand to grab me while struggling to regain balance. Because I did not see her trip, I wasn't prepared for what was coming. She succeeded in grabbing my dress and regaining balance. My weak and angry legs could not take it any more. Or, I guess the heels could not carry the burden and weight of two tall women and then it gave way. I remember someone grabbing my dress from behind, and me stretching my hand to the shoulder of another lady in front of me. Unfortunately for me, she shifted farther away and I went crashing down. For some seconds, every movement stopped. Before anyone will rush to help me, I quickly struggled up to prevent more eyes seeing what just happened. There was like a thunderous sound of sorry o, Oh God what happened, madam sorry and so on.

The sight that caused the most embarrassment for me at that moment was a group of girls looking at my legs or my shoe I guess and giggling uncontrollably.

I can't tell you that we went for the Reception because "the great fall" was the end of the story for that day.