She is trudging along in the snow in sensible thick soled boots, but it was not that way some forty odd winters ago when she was trying to stay upright wearing a pair of very fashionable high heeled boots, made of fine soft Spanish leather. She was about to fall headfirst in the snow when he grabbed hold of her arm and kept her upright. He was rather good looking and proved to be easy to talk to, so for the remainder of that winter she continued to wear inappropriate footwear, so he was continually having to come to her rescue – to be her knight in warm winter clothing and well-made sturdy shoes, appropriate for the snow. Eventually winter gave way to spring and her knee length high heeled boots were replaced by toe pinching, four-inch-high heeled shoes, which required his help for her just to stay upright. She had also cast aside the remainder of her winter wardrobe in favour of a mini skirt and a revealing cream coloured blouse. This ensemble allowed him to see she had not only a very pretty face, but also a most delectable figure to complement it. And in his lighter spring weather clothing she was able to appreciate that he was a well set-up young man whom she noticed other young women giving him appreciative glances, so she moved closer to make sure those other young females could see she had proprietorial rights, so back off! As Julia moved closer to him, Andrew felt a frisson of pleasure as she brushed up against him. For the remainder of that spring, she took especial care how she dressed, sorted her hair and applied her make-up. He could hardly believe his good fortune, that a lovely creature such as her was making all this effort for him. Then as spring turned into summer and as normal, he was holding her arm as she teetered along in her very high heels, he gripped her arm tighter than usual and put his mouth close to Julia’s ear and whispered, would you like me to look after this and the rest of you for the remainder of your life? It took her a few moments to recognise he was proposing to her. When it did finally dawn on her, she turned to face him, her heels making her about the same hight as him, the kissed him full on the lips, a kiss that lasted at least half a minute. He took that as a yes.
Some eighteen months later, after some diligent saving by them, they were at the church, about to be joined for life. Andrew was standing at the altar with his best man, as she walked, somewhat unsteadily down the aisle on her father’s arm. Three quarters of an hour later, when they had gone through the wilt though take tradition, he understood why she was unsteady. Especially for the occasion she was wearing the highest pair of white high heels she could find. Now man and wife, as they processed back up the aisle, she grasped his arm very tightly, not only to stay upright but to signal that he was now finally and officially hers. It was the same as they danced their first waltz together as husband and wife. A few hours later she went to the room specially set aside for the bride with her mother and sister to change into her lovely going away outfit, which this time included a pair of more sensible heels. High enough to be fashionable, but practical enough for walking. So, they started married life together. Happily, it was a very good marriage. Forty something happy years have come and gone, and even though now she wears heels only occasionally, she still grips his arm firmly, as though her life depended on it. For his part he continues to hold her as firmly as he did on that first day, when he helped her through the snow.
All that goes to prove the legend I recently read on a young lady’s toilet bag – Cinderella is proof that a pair of shoes can change your life!