Just a brief point on high heels. Having practiced and practiced and practiced I am now at the stage where I no longer fall over.
However, neither do I appear to look especially sexy:
"You're still galumphing"
I thought I was sashaying. Or maybe strutting.
The problem is, unless I actively devote every neurone in my brain to paying attention to walking in heels I appear to just settle into my standard, normal, getting from A to B pace. I am coming to the conclusion that heel wearing is a bit like language acquisition, if you haven't got it by a certain point you never will.
Back to the drawing board...