Limp

[caddyman]

Ooh, my new shoes are rubbing my ankles. I shall have to nip across to Boots (Hah! – no, really. I don’t know how global the Boots brand is, these days, North American chums and elsewhere, but Boots, the Chemist is a proper, real life pharmacy/drugstore chain) and but some plasters while the chink on my ankle is only a sore split rather than a gaping torn blister. (Didn’t want that sandwich, did you?). I am fed up with having to break shoes in; they always break me in first. It’s ages since I bought a new pair and they fitted perfectly first time and lasted years. I dread new shoes and their attempts to flay my feet.

I only have one pair of shoes that I can wear for any length of time (other than the now very tatty ones that I wear in the garden) and they are decidedly two-tone, though not to the extent that it’s noticeable unless you look closely. Somewhere on this journal, posted about a year ago, there is a photo, if you really need to investigate.

The Doctor Martins I bought a few months ago still have the upper hand. My feet were so sore after two days of those that I haven’t used them since. I can only walk so many yards in the otherwise nice pair of Chelsea Boots I’ve had for about five years. Don’t mention the DMs I’ve had for over 20 years.

Each pair is comfortable when I put them on and remain comfortable while I am within distance to take them off and change them. As soon as I am out of that literal comfort zone, the fangs come out and they start ripping my feet to shreds. Maybe I should just go Hobbit in my old age (A hobbit giant?) and stop wearing shoes altogether. I could spend a week or two with sore paws and then just develop thick soled feet as we were designed to do.

Or develop flight.

Excuse me, I am going to limp off to the far corner where it’s quiet and evolve for a bit.

Comments

[caffeine-fairy.livejournal.com]

I sympathise deeply. I used to give my Mum my shoes to wear in for me (her feet were half a size bigger than mine and her pain threshhold about six times higher) but my feet grew when I was pregnant and haven't gone back. Gary steadfastly refuses to wear in my heels. Git.

[littleonionz.livejournal.com]

Yeah mine got bigger when pregnant and have remained thus.

[bluesman.livejournal.com]

I am tryin' to imagine a flyin' Bryan.

[caddyman.livejournal.com]

There's nothing I can say to that that won't leave you with a free shot, is there?

[w00hoo.livejournal.com]

You could try carrying the comfortable pair of shoes with you and swapping in to them when you'd had enough of the torture devices? I know it would be a faff, but it sounds like it might be worth it.

It seems odd that every pair of shoes is uncomfortable, I assume (which, of course, I don't. I am merely being polite by pretending that you aren't being stupid) that you have had your feet all measured and stuff recently and aren't just working on the concept that they are the same size you remember them being 20 years ago?

[caddyman.livejournal.com]

I never rule out the possibility of me being stupid.

[w00hoo.livejournal.com]

Phew, was worried I'd come across as needlessly mean there rather than merely self aware...

[fromaway.livejournal.com]

We have Boots in Canada! Not the stores, but the products.

[nortysarah.livejournal.com]

Vaseline is your friend! Yes its a bit messy but probably less so than a bloody ankle. Cover the offending area in vaseline at night and by the morning the leather should be a lot softer and will mould better.