Every so often I get a little bit manic and go through my wardrobe on a mission to 'clear it out'. Inevitably I'll find a few items I no longer wear and put them up on eBay to make a quick buck, then feel all sanctimonious because I have lessened my clutter.
I have a great many pair of heels from my previous life as a teacher, when the extra height helped scare students into good behaviour and the only walking I had to do was from the classroom to the staffroom. Nowadays, I cover several kms in a day, from home to the tram, the tram to work and work to meetings. Perhaps I'm getting older (I patiently await your firm rebuttals), but my feet just can't handle that mileage in 9cm stilettos. There's also my rather unfeminist theory that thanks to having the lovely Tom, I care less what male strangers think of my legs. Long live kitten heels!
Given my height, you'd be correct in thinking that my feet are not petite - they're a size 10 and I find that size 10s tend to sell like the proverbial in shoestores. Therefore, it isn't surprising that I've had no problem selling 4 pairs over the last few weeks, all in good condition and all well over 5cm high.
What is surprising is that 3 of the 4 pairs have gone to men. Just last week I sent a pair of pointy red stilettos to someone named Ralph in Sydney.
I really hope they've gone to some gorgeous drag queens or men with taste who like playing dress-up. I have fanciful visions of them adorning the foot of a glamazon lounging on a piano in a diaphanous gown like Michelle Pfeiffer in The Fabulous Baker Boys.
Call me a prude, but I really don't want to imagine my beloved shoes being licked by someone with a foot fetish.