Kitten Heels

Last night, for the first night in three weeks, I went out. Without the cast!
Went for my appointment the other day, got the dose of radiation they promised me and out came the electric pizza slicer to free my poor little ankle. Problem? They then give me one of those tube support bandage things (white of course) and told me to wear it and still keep the weight off. Bugger it and shove it in a toaster.

In true girly fashion, the first thing Katy and I did was run (well, limp) down to the shops for a pack of fabric dye – black – and soaked the ugly little fucker until it looked remotely wearable. Now I have a strange, black legwarmer lookalike to wear. And of course, still no heels.

The solution? We decided to go out and see if I could still pull without dancing or walking. And of course, being half a foot shorter than normal. A purely social experiment of course - to see the effect of the bandage and lack of height and saunter.

Now I wasn’t going out with just one stocking/legwarmer/bandage thing on one leg so we devised a show-stopping outfit: The bandage was covered by black leggings, I wore a very short baby pink silk dress with a corseted top to it. The shoes? Why ballet dancer shoes my dears. I sewed extra pink ribbon to the existing and laced them all the way up my thighs. I looked almost naked from the waist upwards due to my pale skin and the contrast on my legs was unbelievable. Who needs to be able to walk in heels or dance?

So there I was, sitting on a stool at the bar, one ballet dancer slipper crossed over the other, sipping my drink while Katy, Anna, Rachel and Jess danced themselves to oblivion only six foot away from me. We’d been there about and hour and Anna and Katy seemed to be a little more interested in one another than anyone else, while Jess’ backside was grinding quite happily with a guy that that certainly looked pleased with himself to have his hands on her hips. While I was keeping an eye on two blokes that seemed to be arguing over which one was going to step over to Rachel, who was presently dancing with herself (I don’t know what I was going to do but I was watching) a tall, twenty-something guy with long dark hair and equally dark eyes stood beside me and smile a hello.

He moved a bit closer So why are you watching the dancing and not dancing yourself? A little ballet dancer like you?

Oh, you know, I said A ballet dancer has to look after her toes and save herself for her best performances

Really? We giggled. Then I guess He leaned into my ear, its best to keep you off your feet all night he winked Let me buy you a drink and then we can discuss the finer points of keeping a ballet dancer in the best possible shape.

With that Katy appeared from nowhere and told Tall Guy and me that it was time for us to go. Don’t forget, I’m taken; the purpose of tonight was just to see if it was possible to draw a guy in without my usual fashion.

Oh and since Tall Guy did insist on my taking his number and him escorting the five of us to our taxi, I think we can say our experiment was successful.



I’m officially away from tomorrow afternoon until Thursday.
Just to let you know.
Need to clean my brain.
And dirty the rest of me up a little.See you soon.