I have developed a serious problem with my feet. As the California temperatures drop, I find myself having to wear SHOES after work and on weekends. It has been colder this year than any other on my record. My sister and her boyfriend were the last to witness this. The days are growing longer and I await December 21st with impatience. No longer will I brag about the beautiful weather here.
I feel that my feet are swollen and am developing blisters. Socks compound the problem and sometimes slip down into the shoe, causing great discomfort. Many of my socks are also old, given that I have grown used to not wearing them. Tying up my laces would make this experience unbearable. I feel my feet give off an odour too when I wear shoes.
Wearing shoes and socks at work is tolerable as I know I will shed them immediately upon arriving at home. I regret also that I am neglecting my shoes, not shining them as frequently as I used to. But I take comfort in knowing that this makes me more Canadian – there is of course the small problem, somewhat embarassing I admit – of not having the customary salt stain encrusted half way up the shoe’s leather, even in July. I dread having to wear boots – may that never happen to me again, join me in my prayers.
If I don’t wear shoes, I fear I may catch frostbite. One never knows, particularly with this swine flu going round.
Tonight, as I slowly barbeque some gourmet sausages, with some sides from Baby Blues on Lincoln (look it up on the web), I have cracked. I’m wearing flip-flops, those leather one from J. Crew for $14. My toes are probably turning blue as the sausages turn brown.
Sanity over health. To hell with my feet. Wear flip-flops, I say. Or maybe, to avoid insanity and to hell with my shoes, I will wear flip-flops. I’m clearly confused.
Somehow this all reminds me of my painful feet at my brother’s wedding.
Shoes – Who Needs Them?
Posted by Carly Boy on 12/01/09 • Categorized as Commentary, Fashion
J Crew Flip Flops
A Serious Commentary on Flip Flops.
I have developed a serious problem with my feet. As the California temperatures drop, I find myself having to wear SHOES after work and on weekends. It has been colder this year than any other on my record. My sister and her boyfriend were the last to witness this. The days are growing longer and I await December 21st with impatience. No longer will I brag about the beautiful weather here.
I feel that my feet are swollen and am developing blisters. Socks compound the problem and sometimes slip down into the shoe, causing great discomfort. Many of my socks are also old, given that I have grown used to not wearing them. Tying up my laces would make this experience unbearable. I feel my feet give off an odour too when I wear shoes.
Wearing shoes and socks at work is tolerable as I know I will shed them immediately upon arriving at home. I regret also that I am neglecting my shoes, not shining them as frequently as I used to. But I take comfort in knowing that this makes me more Canadian – there is of course the small problem, somewhat embarassing I admit – of not having the customary salt stain encrusted half way up the shoe’s leather, even in July. I dread having to wear boots – may that never happen to me again, join me in my prayers.
If I don’t wear shoes, I fear I may catch frostbite. One never knows, particularly with this swine flu going round.
Tonight, as I slowly barbeque some gourmet sausages, with some sides from Baby Blues on Lincoln (look it up on the web), I have cracked. I’m wearing flip-flops, those leather one from J. Crew for $14. My toes are probably turning blue as the sausages turn brown.
Sanity over health. To hell with my feet. Wear flip-flops, I say. Or maybe, to avoid insanity and to hell with my shoes, I will wear flip-flops. I’m clearly confused.
Somehow this all reminds me of my painful feet at my brother’s wedding.
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