Fashion blogosphere is a curious thing. When so much is based on aesthetics, practicality tends to fade into the background. Frolicking in the snow in 5 inch heels? Not a problem. Looking fierce in a floaty mini while being subjected to gusts of wind? Piece of cake.
However, at least at the present time, I live in much more of a practical world. There are life barriers between me and very high heels and raised hemlines.
Central Auckland has pretty notorious hills and I have the privilege of living atop one. I am also a student who doesn't possess a car, and thus walks everywhere. Hence, heels and hills don't really mix (oooh, "hills and heels" would make quite a nice tongue twister). It is also either extremely humid, windy or both. Neither works wonders for clothes, skin or hair.
Furthermore, I am above average in height, about 5'11 in fact. I've always been tall, so the sensation is nothing new, and yet it is often difficult for me to embrace heels despite of my love for them.
Living vicariously through other bloggers isn't all that bad. One of these days it will be me rocking the heels.