A short Comment I left at Romance Meets Life inspired this post. 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.
Aww, those girls were just mean
eyah… pele! dont like high heeled shoes that much though, I prefer platforms, they make walking easier.
I really want to say sorry eh but…… lmaooooooooooooo hahaha see as the woman just take cause wahala for you lol.
LOL
Sorry I laughed. This was funny sha
I usually have high heels on and soft flat shoes in my car/bag when I go for weddings
Dancing is best done on flats
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hahahahahaha………….OMG!!!
I can totally picture your story, cant even imagine how you felt
Super-embarrassment is the word. I could not go for the Reception. Did not want anyone to recognize me there as the lady that fell.
I wish the purse I held was big enough to take my back-up slippers. Real dancing comes at the reception hall and I was looking forward to entertainment and fun, only to rush back home.
You see now? She managed to regain her balance while I went all the way. The one that could have saved my day quickly moved some steps farther, I guess she didn't want to be a part of the great fall. We would have both crashed because her heels seemed higher than mine o.
Thank you Priscy! Yes you are right.
They totally enjoyed themselves o. That fall was so entertaining to them. Wish they knew that I am walking towards forty and deserve some respect from them.
Awww, thanks for sharing the story… I wonder who invented heels? wonder if it was a man or woman. Those things… sheesh!!
ahahahahahahaahahahahahahhaaaaaaaa……….no vex say i dey laugh…..ahahaa..because nah yanga cause am!…e-ya! e pele ooo! 😀
I only wore heels during my sisi days when i was working,but i had slpiiers inside my bag to change immediately i stepped out of the office! After i marry and i was not working, it was slip-ons!
I can imagine how the ground will shake if i was the one that fell o!..ahahahaha….but those giggling babes no try at all shaaa…ahahahaha.
I no vex at all o. You are free to laugh. LOL @ " I can Imagine how the ground will shake if I was the one that fell" No Shaking. My only happiness right now is that I feel they had fun seeing me fall.
It's a man I guess. secretly planning to teach women a lesson. Thanks for stopping by. I was at your site earlier on. Nice blog there.
Sorry I laughed as I read the post, and your replies too to the comments made me laugh more. And it didn't help that the heels were a gift from your hubby. I hope no bones were broken sha.
Thanks for sharing with us, if you can link it at the end of that my post, would be great.
Thanks Myne. Your laughter is not as wicked as the giggling girls o. No, no bone was broken and I actually told him what happened in his absence hinting that I may not be wearing them again anytime soon.
Permission to link? Oohhh thanks. But you know I am still a newbie in this thing. Still in the learning process o. All this linking tinz can give me headache sha o, will try and see if it links.
Thanks for your kind generosity.
Oh Eya,
you should win a prize for the way you've put this post together. I laughed and laughed as I read each word. (I'm afraid I am still laughing as I type this comment) I don't mean to be unsympathetic, and I really hope you did not get hurt, but all I could see in my mind as I read your description of it was a group of women, just like skittles in a bowling alley, all going in different directions as the ball hits them.
Hi Brenda, your bowling alley description made me laugh too. It fits perfectly. That is exactly what happened. I am happy you laughed, and NO I did not get hurt. I went home fit and strong.
More reasons why am wary of heels!
Loooool.
Mehnnn I can only imagine the embarrassment. If na me I for pray make ground open. But you know you still have to wear those shoes again some time. But this time you'll have a back-up slip-on.
Hi Tamie, now I see why you had your back up when you tied the two wrapper. That must have been a life saver for you. You think I will still wear what has been inherited? Don't want to be tempted one day so, they are smiling somewhere in another woman's ward robe. Thanks for stopping by.
Awwww, sorry.
Me ke? I nor gree wear heels o, i have lots of flats and very few heels? My legs hurt easily when i'm on heels
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lol…pele…
I am wearing this six inch shoe now ehn…. the heel is just squeaking somehow on the tiles in the office so I decided to sit up till closing hours..if only my boss can stop calling me to his office every hour…..women wahala..kai..who send me message…
Hahaha, keep your back up on stand by.
Thanks Diana. You are welcome to my blog.
Thank you Dayor. I am now a Registered member of The league of No High Heeled Shoes.
CAN'T STOP LAUGHING…WE ARE OUR OWN PROBLEMS WOMEN.
I ONLY WEAR BLOCK HEELS NOW AND NO MORE THAN 4 INCHES. MY DAYS OF WEARING THIN HEELS ARE LONG GONE. I LIKE TO WALK TALL AND CONFIDENTLY SO HEELS HAVE TO BE TRENDY BUT PRACTICAL. SORRY ABOUT YOUR FALL, HOPE YOU DIDNT GET INJURED?
No, no injury. Enjoy your lovely heels sis.
Sorry I don't understand your language or what you typed.
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Eyaaaa. Sorry o. I couldnt help but laugh reading this ( i promise i wouldn't have laughed if i was there when it happened).
I love my heels, but nowadays, comfort beats elegant abeg!
Awwwww!I know how you felt, it happened to me once at a party. My leg even bled, i was wearing a short dress, feeling fine with myself until i fell. It wasn't a nice experience, i still have the scar.
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Hehehehehe trust me ur story made me recall d way I laughed at d Chairlady my church(OLQN Abuja) harvest committee some years ago,couldn't help but laugh even when seated with d priest at d altar, but I got suspended for an involuntary action. Trust me to laugh,then empathize with u later.
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I understand how you feel wearing those killer heels. I can't wear those 6 inches heels as I am too tall to wear them. 3 inches heels already kills my feet, especially when I go dancing on pubs. I end up carrying my heels on the way home, and walk bare footed. But it's fun though. LOL
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I am glad you didn't break your ankle.