The relationship between this tall-ish girl and her ever-expanding collection of stilettos, pumps, platforms and the like, has been a long, arduous love affair. I can trace the start of my height-related complex to the 9th grade when a boy likened my stature to that of a drag queen.
As a long-time fan of professional wrestling I've come to see how much of mortgage servicing resembles what goes on in the ring. Like wrestling the servicing business is full of "works," "gimmicks," "heels and baby faces," so let me explain.
Every woman must face an internal battle of aesthetics-versus-function the moment she puts on an elevated shoe. This battle rages with a storm of questions. How far will I be walking? Will there be dancing? What if there are no cabs?
My legs looked ah-mazing. I could walk. Kinda. I towered over the gorgeous Lenny Kravitz-lookalike shoe salesman. My legs looked great, six inches was the only heel available and I was there to spend. Maybe shoes aren't really for mobility. I got them all.
I think as a male designer designing for woman it is very easy to forget that wearable does not mean you must be able to put it on and look stunning, you should look and feel beautiful for at least a couple of hours, if not whole evening.