Tag: foot
Last week, I saw a girl walking in her tights, heels in hand, along Queen St. West in Toronto. And I felt her pain. I, too, once had to walk barefoot down the street because my stilettos were hurting my feet that much. It was not a proud moment.
What she and I needed was a pair of Damn Heels.
I’m no stranger to tucking a pair of emergency flats into my handbag — with some of the ridiculously high heels I wear, I never leave home without them. But Damn Heels (a pair of foldable ballet flats) come in a chic clutch that conveniently opens up into a tote (so you can tuck your heels into them).
(In fact, the discreet little packaging wowed several friends this weekend, and had them thinking I could MacGyver something else out of my handbag.)
With your social calendar filled with holiday soirees, investing in a pair now to save your pretty little feet would make good, healthy sense! Tucking a pair under the Christmas tree for your skycraper heel-loving bestie would make her pretty happy, too 🙂
Damn Glamourous flats in Champagne Gold, $55.
December 18, 2012
…but I won’t do that.
(get it, like that horrible Meatloaf song?)
What’s “that”?
Give up high heels, that is.
A new study published in the Journal of Applied Physiology that I read about on Runner’s World says regularly wearing heels can compromise the foot’s ability to work naturally.
(the study refers to heels five centimetres high…tee hee, five centimetres? I had to do a doubletake and make sure it wasn’t referring to inches — OK, maybe I’m a snob when it comes to high heels).
Sure, maybe it’s shortening my calf muscle, and could cause me Achilles tendon pain, etc., etc.
But. Not. Gonna. Do. It.
(Shoes, Plomo)
April 3, 2012
Photo: Anna Lisa Sang
I”m not sure why, but when I got the invite to check out Red Door’s new foot massage treatment I wasn’t that excited. I love massages and try to get one every few months, and while I thought a foot rub would be perfectly nice, I just didn’t really get the point.
But after a 20-minute sneak peak into what the spa’s 45-min treatment consists of, you can call me a believer.
It is positively heavenly to have your tired calves and feet being the entire focus, and the spa’s airy space is such a tranquil escape from the city–in fact I had to be asked a few times to vacate my treatment chair as I just wanted to stay parked right there forever and never put on a pair of heels ever, ever again.
I just might have to cheat on my Alfred. (No, never. I just have to carve out a bigger massage therapy budget so I can indulge in this $55 foot treatment).
Available at Red Door (which goes by the name Che Bella Spa during daytime hours), 10 Castle Knock Rd. in Toronto on Thursday, Friday and Saturday evenings only.
June 2, 2010
