Cartoon from here.
I like to think that I’m not a shoe person. Of course I have shoes and I wear them, but really, they’re just shoes. Nothing special. Then occasionally, something will catch my eye. Something striking. Something I’d never wear… Actually, I could wear all of those, they’re fabulous. But I don’t do fabulous shoes. I wonder about my resistance to pretty shoes.
Maybe it’s because my feet are broad and totally squashed in delicate, dainty things. Maybe it’s because of the odd thing that screams in protest after a while of wearing anything other than fitflops. You’ll not have read through the medical jargon far enough to come to the most frustrating aspect of the odd thing- ‘it is more likely in women who wear high-heeled shoes for a number of years… It may also be more common in ballet dancers.’ You’ll know that I’m not a ballet dancer; I hardly ever do heels, and certainly not for all day never mind several years. I’ve never really mastered heels- one might have thought my feet would thank me, but no.
I could probably get away with fancy shoes, given the dull clothing. Maybe I fear that something ‘fabulous, dahling’ is a once on item; I don’t want to be turning up in the same old tired shoes for years.
So, given the wonky feet and the apathy towards shoes, how did this happen?
Not the most exciting shoes in the world, but why so many? Clear out time round here soon!