=high heels for breakfast=

i needed something really impractical to wear while frying Daddy's bacon in the morning so
i bought these marabou high-heeled slippers. the heels are a little thinner & a little higher—5 inches—than i'm customarily used to walking in so they are going to take a bit of practice. but in this case, practice not only makes perfect, it's also fun.

for the time being, they pose an ever-present hazard that while cooking at the stove i just might trip or turn an ankle & fall face first into the frying pan. so i have to use extra caution. no quick moves & a constant awareness of where the kitty is at all times (she's often sitting quietly right behind me waiting for me to kneel down & brush her). these are not shoes you make any sudden moves in, anyway. they not only encourage mincing, they practically demand it as a condition for survival. 

all in all, though, i love them. they're so silly & stupid & absolutely sissy. 
in other words, so me.