13:00 Today I will be the lady with the alligator heels; wearing them all day, everywhere I go. It will make change from my usual brown adventure boots – I think I’ll end up sitting down a lot more than I usually do, and feel a great deal more self-conscious. They’re rather big and noisy.15:20 Housework (cleaning and sweeping and washing rice) somehow more enjoyable in heels and dress… Fran keeps staring at my legs and I forget how to walk.
16:15 Back from Abu Bakar and International Supermarket. Oddly shameful experience. Wore long brown coat and took the back streets – didn’t help to alleviate the shame. Feet swollen and sore; ankles feeling brittle; strong coffee and cigarette to steel my shaken nerves.
18:51 Feeling callouses forming on the balls of my feet, back aching. Making sushi didn’t involve as much sitting-down as I had hoped. Good, rice-filled fun though – best practice for #48. [Note to self: buy sugar, and something from international supermarket I have not eaten before… Try to find umeboshi, or something similar.]
21:44 Balancing a blanket on my shoulders is somehow much more difficult when wobbling about in these… Gonna come off soon… Or maybe I should go for the 12-hour High-Heel-Extravaganza and wear them ’til 1 am… We’w see.
23:17 Knees are falling off. No more. This is stupid and these shoes cannot be healthy. High heels in moderation then. Has this changed my outlook on life? … No.