The Cripple Wants Prada July 25, 2006
Posted by ouchmyleg in Personal Experience.trackback
Watched The Devil Wears Prada last week. A decent movie; with a more focused plot structure than the book and strong performances by… Oh, who the hell am I kidding? I only went to watch the shoes.
Ten weeks ago, I was the goddess of heels. There was no stem too high, no strap too thin, no pattern too gaudy. I wore them all; loved them all. And oh God, I miss them!
I miss wearing two of them at the same time. I miss my sky-high heels; my ankle-strap sandals, my trashy boots, my impossible stilettos, my wedges, my Mary Janes, my leopard print d’Orsays and my silver rhinestone “Carrie Bradshaw had hers stolen on an episode of SATC” Manolo Blahnik knockoffs. I miss being 3-4-5 inches taller and strutting down the street, pretending I’m Gisele and the whole sidewalk is my catwalk, baby. I miss comments from middle-aged ladies at the grocery store asking “How do you walk in those?”, where I’d smile brightly and launch into a three-minute explanation of how to properly distribute your weight over your heel and toe and to make sure that your centre of gravity is over your hips so you don’t fall forward as you step. I miss watching the “this girl is insane” look creep slowly over their faces as they’d try to back away thinking that I was just going to answer their question with something flip like “Practice!”
I started physiotherapy last week, and I’m not afraid to admit that I arrived at my appointment and told my therapist that I’d like to be wearing my very favourite high heels for my office Christmas party in December. She agreed that it’s a good goal to have, so I’m already feeling better about things. In the interim, I’m sure she’s more interested in some of the more paltry details like learning to walk again without seeming like an extra in a Romero movie, but as long as we keep the end goal in mind, I’m sure we’ll get along fine.
It seemed to me that every single establishing shot in that film started at the feet and panned upward.
I haven’t read the book, but I found the plot very…anti-climactic. I mean, I know there was motivation and such, but it didn’t go into why Andy changed so quickly and became so sympathetic to her. That being said, Meryl Streep made ME nervous. And the handbags! The handbags!
See, this is why we make such good friends, Peg. I love shoes, you love purses. We never compete for the same accessory! And I rather doubt we’d be competing over Adrian Grenier and his wafro. Ick.
enjoy the therapy. i have no doubt that with the right excercises, you will totally be able to balance in heels again. I made the mistake of not insisting on therapy and actually *fell* off a 2-inch skinny heel last week in a dress shop. Fortunately for me, I own only chunky-heeled shoes. Tree pose and Eagle pose help with regaining ankle strength and stability, too.
I’ve finally joined 2006 and found a program on the Internets called “an RSS Reader”. Perhaps you’ve heard of such a thing? I guess it collects “headlines” from web logs, or “blogs” as the young kids called them.
I’ll get better at reading these a bit faster. Nodrog, yours too!! MWUAHAHAHAHHAHAA!!
I shattered my foot in a car accident. I have been crippled for 3 monthes now and beginning to wonder if I lost my mind to cabin fever! I am looking like Jack Nicholson in the ‘Shining’ and scare-ing my kids.
I recently couldn’t take it anymore and asked my Dad to drop me off at the movie theatre. I also saw The Devil Wears Prada. I took a walker. Okay…the handicap row is right up against the screen so I had to close the walker up and drag myself the steps grabbing on to the bar. I kept going up, not worrying about getting back down (That’s another story).
The freeking previews had started and people were acting disturbed that a cripple was crawling up the theatre dragging a walker. This cute guy asked me if I needed any help and I just started laughing…I was so mortified. I finally got a good seat and the movie was about to start when I remembered I had left my drink/popcorn at the bottom step. It sucks to be Me…….
Cheryl! That’s awful! You should have chatted up the cute guy and made a date, not necessarily to hang out with him, but more to have someone to carry the popcorn.
Libby, I happened to like the wafro. Okay, no I didn’t. But I’d choose him over Preppy McPreperson any day.
i broke my ankle last sunday. i miss my heels. i got lucky with a clean break and no surgery..just a lot of sitting on my butt just trying to keep busy. its so frustrating being that i was a manhattanite running through the streets of new york (i broke it on my rooftop having dinner party) and now i’m home in my suburban new jersey town with my mom force feeding me calcium. ouchmyleg, how is your recovery going? can i look forward to a happy september??
yours truly
jeanette
I too miss my cute shoes. I returned to work a week after my accident since they had provided a parking spot at work for me. It wasn’t close, but way closer than the lot where I usually park. I’m lucky because just three weeks in I can bear weight on my leg, so I’ve taken to wearing my cute shoes around my apartment.
how did you break it then!?!
Being in a cast can really be a pain, often as the cast gets old it gets dirty and unsightly. I was in a cast once and I always wished I could change the color and have it made new again. Often the doctor won’t give you the time of day to make the cast look new again. But I found a site that sells casting tape and I just added a few roll right over the top of my exisisting cast. Now I can change the color to what ever I want. If it gets really dirty I just add a roll of casting tape over top of the old and it looks brand new again.
here is the site if you are interested:
http://www.suppliescentral.net
Hi! I don’t know if you still look through this blog…but I just found it online when I googled “can you wear heels after a broken ankle”? I SO understand what you felt here…I was goddess of high heels…until 3 weeks ago when I fell down a flight of stairs (in freaking flip-flops of all things) and broke my right ankle so severely that I’ve now got a hardware store’s worth of metal in there. To top it off, I sprained my left ankle pretty badly, so I don’t even have one good leg for now. I MISS MY HEELS. I walk into my closet every day and see rows and rows of 4 inch heels in all sorts of gorgeous styles and colors and fabrics…and I can’t look away. I miss feeling pretty, attractive…taller (I’m 5′1″ so heels were my staple.) I guess my question is…did you reach your goal? Were you able to wear heels again? And how long after your surgery were you able to? I had surgery the day after my accident (October 13 or 14th I think it was). My goal is to be able to wear heels by next summer. April or May would be great, but I’d settle for (very very carefully) walking into my birthday party in July wearing an amazing pair of heels. Silly, I know, but it’s getting me through. I hope you’re 100%…no, I hope you’re better than that, I hope you’re even better than before the accident, and I hope you’re rocking your heels!
Best~
natalie
Natalie,
I feel your pain! Granted I could not wear stilettos like you ladies but I love my wedges and I am terrified of wearing them for new Year’s this year. So terrified that I am actually looking for the best dress flats to wear for New Year’s. I broke my fibula February 25, in a freak accident in my kitchen and had surgery two weeks later to put pins and a bar in. You would think that a year would be enough time but my foot has not felt completely normal in all that time.
Jeez, what is the good of the World Wide Web, if I can’t find answers to my shoe issue, oh yeah, I found you guys…LOL
Happy healing!
so, I had been waiting for 6 months to buy a pair of Mohop sandles (soooo cute) that have four inch heels. I ordered them on a Sunday, broke ankle on Wed. and they arrived on Friday. I keep them in plain sight to keep my focus. I WILL be wearing them by this Spring because they rock. My doctor just laughs and shakes his head at me.