Some people work to cure cancer, others are fighting the war on poverty. Me? My selfless act is to help people spend money on stuff they need, like clothes and bags and makeup and, of course, killer shoes. But, that's not all. I like to eat. And complain (most specifically about how hard it is to be a mom). Oh, and obsess over the next perfect pair of shoes.
Friday, August 6, 2010
August's First Shoe Haiku
Doc says wear "good" shoes
That means wide toes, good support
These take out the sting.
Shoe n' Tell: For the past few summers I've had foot surgeries.
Chalk it up to the genetic joys of bunions* and hammertoes. First leftie and then rightie. That was a fun one — couldn't drive for two months. But now I have pain-free and much prettier feet. The pink raised tracks are barely noticeable, which is actually annoying to me because I want gruesome battle scars, proof of what I endured.
A year later, my right foot still has swelling, with my poor pinkie looking like a jumbo Quasimodo toe. A recent trip to the doctor showed that everything was just fine; it's just taking longer to heal.
"Wear wider shoes with good support," said my podiatrist — who was wearing strappy stiletto sandals.
Hrumph. So I found these leopard-print Simples ($55, but I got 'em on the last day of a 40 percent cashback dealio). They're just funky enough that I feel better about having to wear "sensible" shoes.
Outfit: cheapie tiered skirt; old Banana Republic tank; Sauce jacket.
*Bunions are not — as my mother continues to stubbornly think even though she has them, and they're obviously from her side of the family — a result of wearing high heels. Bunions have popped up in barefoot tribes in Africa. So there, Mommy.
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