A trip to Seasons
Today is the 5th day of May, the sun is shining, and it feels like a dream to be able to slip my feet into my 6-inch stilettos, and see my nicely painted toes peep through. It's been a long winter and quite frankly I'm done with boots. As I drove to the local store Seasons, it soon came flooding back to me how to negotiate driving in killer heels. I parked and imagined I was stepping out of a Ferrari right leg first, positioned to hit the red carpet. As I walked towards the store, the first comment I heard was 'WOW, YOU LOOK AMAZING'. I turned my head towards the voice, smiled graciously, thanked the woman, and kept it moving. As I strutted my stuff across the car park another comment came flying in. 'HOW ON EARTH CAN YOU WALK SO ELEGANTLY IN THOSE HEELS.' I didn't want to let her into the secret that I'm the High Heel Guru, instead I smiled again graciously and said, ''it's an art you know.'' She replied, ''I would love to learn that art''.
I entered the store, and suddenly the air was charged as if to say ''isheeba is in the building''. All eyes were on me. I smiled, picked up a shopping basket, and swaggered to the fruit and vegetable section. As I selected the fittest pears, I felt a presence next to me. A gentle voice serenaded my ear. 'Your so sexy.' I turned to see a middle-aged man, whose eyes were clearly bulging out of his head. 'Thank you.' 'Do you live around here?' 'No, I live in Jamaica.' 'Jamaica?' 'Yes Jamaica.' 'Are all the women as sexy as you in Jamaica?' I chuckles and replied 'Of course.' The entire store's ears were cocked to our conversation, and simultaneously erupted in laughter and cheers.
Smiling, I turned my attention back to selecting my pears, then swaggered my way to the cashier. By now I was really feeling the heat, and although my shop floor audience tried their best to play it down, it was obvious that the excitement of me wearing Killa Heels to th shops was very much apparent. On leaving the store, I cheekily turned my head to look over my left shoulder, fluttered my eyelashes and said 'Bye Bye.' The whole shop chorused in unison 'Bye Bye'. My Swagga by now was on volume 10 and I strutted my stuff back to the car. As I drove off, I reminded myself that every woman wants to feel admired, beautiful, confident, and sexy in high heels. That being the case, I feel it's my duty to help women experience this. The love for high heels spans the young teen for proms, to the million-dollar earning executive. With this in mind, my audience is vast. Once my high heels lovers experience Stilettos Heaven, they will surely be stepping through the doors of my Yoga and Detox retreats, wherever they are located in the world. They'll dance and sing along to my music in heels, Stand with perfect posture, demonstrating the Alexander Technique, and even sport my designer fashion wear in matching colour co-ordinated stilettos. So I say all of that to say, summer is on its way, women are ready to get their heels out, so let's do this. Lets promote Sexy Heels for the Summer...
This is a true story....
