Shoes
Most of us are fortunate enough to have feet. So, we need shoes. Need. That word says a
lot. I’m really showing my age in my latest words. Where as when we are babies,
we are given booties, when we are children, we are told what to wear and when
we are heading towards adulthood, we wear coverings on our feet that look good,
no matter how much they hurt or how impractical they are.
I remember forcing my feet into the pointiest of burgundy leather
boots with tassels down the sides. They had zips on the inside and they were
knee high. Oh, the heels, they were as thin as a pencil and a huge 5 inches
long. Yes, I walked with grace I must say, on stilts of 5 inches which is about
12.7 cm. how did I even do it? Considering now just to go up or down a step I get
vertigo!
I would put on my most beautiful shoes I had them of every
colour all high heels. I was tall from the age of about 12, so didn’t really
need heels other than I thought they looked great. But as I put them on each
morning, that day would be different. For whatever reason, my feet wouldn’t
hurt that day. Why, when they did every other day?
Half way through the day, oh, boy, the elastic bands were
getting tighter. By evening, early evening, I couldn’t wait to take them off. By
the end of the night, let me at my shoes… oh few. Wow, as tears fell from my
eyes of pure pain relief and pleasure, possibly the best feeling I could imagine
for a short while, until I put them on again on another day, of course and went
through it all that same night.
Why do we ladies go through that? We are so vane. I used to
love matching my shoes with my bag and even in the 80’s matching bangles and
beads. Oh, I thought I was it…. Now? I wear semi practical shoes. My friends
are always telling me off because I don’t wear appropriate footwear. But I’m
much better than I was last year and miles better than I was twenty years ago,
that’s for sure.
Some people pay thousands for footwear. I am sure shoes are
not worth thousands. They are covered in jewels. Well, stones but why? Go out
and buy a necklace? We can get jewels on
our shoe’s bags and gloves now. and I’m sure they look stunning. But when you
pay the same for footwear as a car, it’s a crazy thought. And when will you get
bored of them? Once all your friends have seen them, aren’t they old hat? Or,
old shoes?
If we were meant to wear really high heels or even any kind
of heel, we would have been born with different feet, surely? And can you even
imagine what it was like for our predecessors in life? no shoes at all. Ouch. How
on earth did they walk without cutting themselves? And how did they keep warm?
How many pairs of shoes do you own? In my prime of life,
haha, I guess I owned about thirty pares. That’s not too bad. People have
dedicated rooms just for their shoes. Now, I think I have about ten pares. And they
are all flat and boring. And most of them kill me. I have one pare that lovely
Pip talked me into buying. Oh, I fought with her no way I was buying granny
shoes. I hated them. They were the most unattractive shoes on this earth. They were
for very very old people. I would cringe even going into the make of this shop.
Well I went in. Hub said. Just try them on, you don’t have
to buy them. So just to shut him and Pip up, I put them on.
Oh
Gosh
Wow
Em, well, I bought them. They were heavenly. I hurried to
the till, paid for them wanting to tell the people behind serving that they
were not for me but an elderly relative. But I think they saw the fuss we were
causing and the acceptance that they were right and I was wrong. Of course, I never
admitted they were right I needed comfort at last, I just told them to keep
them off my back, I would buy them. As the man handed me my bag, I hurried back
to Hub and the three of us came out of the shop, I hoped people would think I was
a kind friend carrying the bag for my older friend…. If I could have seen, I would
have looked left and right just before leaving the shop, just in case anyone
saw me who I knew.
Now I have worn them. Three times. And wow, yes, they are
amazing. But oh gosh, they still look hideous.
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