I am rather mad about stiletto shoes. I always feel happy when I climb into a pair and strut off somewhere.
It all goes back to childhood. Back then my lovely mum, in a waft of Chanel No.5 and Revlon face products, would regale us with stories of life “in the sixties” before we were born. When everyone wore stilettos.
Here’s me, my sister and my mum
I loved hearing about what happened “in the sixties”. Mum was an air hostess, which was a rather glamorous profession back then.
Here she is in her full flight regalia including towering stilettos.
Apologies for the state of the image, but the photo had to be rescued from a fire. It was knocked off the mantel into the fireplace by an out of control, rogue snake, speeding around in the lounge room. (I kid you not.)
Mum was based in Melbourne back then and would jetset around, living on cups of tea and fun times. It was an era of pillbox hats, shirtmaker dresses and Mary Quant. And of course, spitefully-heeled stilettos. Even my dad was quite cool “in the sixties”, hooning about in his little red covertible sports car in his button-down shirts and neat side-parted hair.
I like to think that those days were rather like this.
Mum loves to tell a tale and, by golly, there were some very funny stories, most told with tongue firmly planted in cheek. My favourites were the ones that involved quirky but glamorous fashion victories or faux pas.
On one occasion, on a fierce retail safari between flights, mum pranced onto the escalator in David Jones, Sydney. Suddenly she realised she was stuck, her brutally super-fine stiletto heel steadfastly lodged. As she fast approached the danger zone at the end of the escalator, the nerves started to jangle. But then, thinking fast, she skyrocketed barefoot to safety, leaving her shoes to fend for themselves. Sadly they didn’t make it. They were horrifically mangled, the escalator broke down and generally much havoc was wreaked.
Another time, mum was in the air and the turbulence was so bad, she was flung sky-high and landed back on her stiletto with a crunch. One heel snapped in half, the other shoe basically cracked in the middle. But of course she had work to do and continued on, limping proudly down the aisle like nothing had happened.
Today, I’m giving a shout out to my beautiful mum for her ability to never let the truth get in the way of a good story.
And to celebrate her very funny stiletto mishaps, here are my three favourite stiletto looks right now. Thanks for the love of the stiletto, Ma!
 White shirt, jeans and stilettos (courtesy of TheyAllHateUs)  The little Black Dress and heels – worn impeccably by the too fabulous (and a bit evil) Claire Underwood from House of Cards. The dresses pictured are from Sacha Drake, the queen of the LBD.  Ankle grazing black cigarette pants and stilettos
And finally, if you want to buy, here are some ideas.
Christian Louboutin Pigalle; Jimmy Choo Abel in Neon Flame; Top Shop Golden Mid Heel; Zomp White Pump
All so lovely.
I would only buy a pair of stilletos if I had a death wish !!! They look amazing but there is no way I could ever walk in them – not even to dinner !!!
Have a great day !
Lovely tales and images. I love the snake story! I also adore the look of those 1960’s Barbie blondes with the big hair – gorgeous. I would love to wear heels but sadly I am hopeless walking in the things, even more so after a champagne (weddings are the only time you will find me in anything near a stiletto and then, after a few champagnes, that is not a pretty sight!)
I must say I ADORE stilettos and used to rock them in my early 20s but nowadays I’m too heavy on my horse size 11 feet! And I bet your mum remembers when it was okay so smoke on planes, thanks for sharing her stories! I’m in awe of your stiletto wearing ability 🙂 Emily – also visiting as part of #teamIBOT
I love stilettos and still like to bring them out for work (not everyday) and for going out. But I do have bunyons on my feet and they aren’t very happy with me. But I’m breathing through it as we do this yoga hold pose, basically just sitting back on your feet with your toes flexed and holding – it is the definition of pain if you’ve been wearing stilettos.
Oh aren’t they pretty!
I love heels. Never get a really good chance to wear them though!