It’s Funky Friday again!

I come from the land of Giants.  Not really, but seriously, my people are tall.  My mom is (was 5’9″, shrinking with age), and my Dad was about 6’4″.  My brother was about the same height, my sisters are 5’11” and 5’8′.  (we call the oldest sister the runt of the family because she is short compared to the rest of us).  My husband is 6’5″.  My sisters all married extremely tall men as well.  Our kids of course are giants from all those tall genes.  My soon to be teenager is almost 5’9″.

For most of my growing years, I was subconscious about my height.  I would never have dreamed of wearing heels, lest I become even more of a giantess.  Then adult- hood hit.  The boys, now men caught up to me in height, and suddenly being tall was a huge asset.  I was noticed by people, and remembered.  I could see over other’s heads at concerts and crowded places.  Clothes looked good on me.  Then I met Mr. Very Right for me.  Since he was so tall, I suddenly felt free to wear heels!  I started experimenting with just one inch, but worked my way up to three.  I recently threw caution to the wind and went to 4 inch heels on some amazing boots I bought.  (I love shoes, esp. boots).  I tried these boots out for the first time at a dinner party last weekend.  They were a huge hit, and I didn’t mind being the Amazon at the party.  I looked good!

I couldn’t get a good picture in “the boots” but here they are, mine lace up the back, these zip up:

These are one of my other fave pair of boots.  Note, neither of these are terribly comfortable to walk in, as I discovered today when wearing these and had to park at far end of Dr.’s office parking lot:

All in all, I like being tall, even I am the giant in the room!