A couple of days ago a friend invited me to go to a music and fashion show event held in the very swish Wrights at Airside North Dublin. Naturally I scrubbed up well for the occasion and a pair of high heel shoes seemed essential. That was a mistake. Instead of making a grand entrance, I walked in very wobbly on my feet and had to hang on to anything available every couple of steps to retain my balance and that was before a glass of wine. I realised soon enough that the best thing to do was to move as little as possible, anchored myself to a pillar and eventually felt relaxed enough to enjoy the music and the show, observing with nostalgia the ease with which glamorous young things moved about in their towering footwear.

Back home I had to face the sad truth that I can't wear heels any more. Don't want to look like Minnie Mouse when there is a little bit of Jessica Rabbit left in me. But what to do? I wondered, practice seemed to be the obvious answer but where? My clubbing days are truly over and the opportunity to wear heels is an ever decreasing circle. Then it hit me in the face, there is one activity which I do every day that requires standing: cooking! So there you have it, for the next three weeks I am going to wear heels while cooking, a couples of inches to start with, moving on to three and a half and who knows, if all goes according to plan and gain my confidence back I might even try five. So dear ladies, if you are in the same predicament why not try it, or if you have already conquered your fear of heights I would be delighted to hear your tips.     

Just to reassure you dear ladies, I'll confine the high heels to my own kitchen, I have no intention of wearing them in the cookery school - it might give the wrong idea- so you can send us your partners\husbands\boyfriends\fathers with  the full knowledge that they will not be exposed to anything improper.