"Tom Ford Stole My Training Wheels"
By
A.H. Scott
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Copyright 2011 A.H. Scott
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Tom Ford Stole My Training Wheels
by
A.H. Scott
Sensible mules, sandals and flats had always been my uniform in the feminine army. For me, the highest heel I'd ever been bold enough to wear was a pair of black pumps with two inch heels.
("In order to keep anything cultural, logical, or ideological, you have to reinvent the reality of it." - Ani DiFranco)
But, then came Tom.
Every time I wear a pair of high heels, the feel of wiggling hips begins. Then as I walk, the jiggle of my own personal suspension system. Whoa! To think a complex pair of shoes can be a workout all in themselves.
Planting my feet into Tom's stilettos with those heels dipped in gold, is like tossing away the training wheels off a Schwinn bike.
Ladies, if you can remember your first Schwinn bike. You know, the one with the pink and blue streamers that kissed the wind when a cool breeze blew past you along a lazy street. The faster you could pedal, the more those pink and blue streamers would weave in an out of one another.
Well, as you grow up, items that may seem the most reassuring and comfortable, suddenly isn't the most preferred.
("Creativity takes courage." - Henri Matisse)
And, that's how Tom Ford stole my training wheels.
Tom Ford's design was like a Lance Armstrong Mountain Bike that was prepared for victory in the Tour de France.
The first time I saw one of his high heeled creations was in the window of a fancy store on 5th Avenue. I couldn't believe how any woman could possibly be able to measure up to this designer's vision.
Or, how any woman could ever be able to walk in shoes with those nosebleed heels.
("Rule of art: Cant kills creativity!" - Camille Paglia)
There was nothing safe about these shoes. They were bold and without a net. And, now I would be without the net of training wheels to secure me from falling flat on my face from their height.
Almost looking like golden swords ready for a battle against boredom and conformity, those heels tempted me to purchase a pair.
When I did, my life changed.
I felt the true passage of womanhood when I took those shoes out of their box and laid them at my own feet.