When it comes to selecting shoes, I go by the old adage, it is better to look good, than to feel good. As a result, most of my shoes look really pretty, but they are anything but comfortable.
Case in point....
These are one of my favorite shoes, look wise that is. I brought these shoes to the city with me to wear to one of the cocktail parties we had to attend, along with a gray pinstriped suit. If I was smart, I would have left them in the hotel room and wore a different pair to my office. But, since I had a meeting at work earlier in the day, which I had to dress for, I was afraid if I wore a shorter heel, my pants would be too long. As a result, I wore these shoes to work too.
That was my first mistake... Even though in the late afternoon I shed my shoes and walked barefoot throughout my office, by the time I returned to the hotel, my toes were already throbbing. At this point, I didn’t have any alternative choices to wear. I guess I could have put on my sneakers, but let's face it, that was not a realistic option.
I hobbled up to the party with my husband, Marc. As we mixed and mingled, friends asked me to sit down with them. I kept declining, explaining that if I sat down now, in these shoes, I would never get up. All the girls understood. All the men, Marc included, thought I was crazy.
As the party began to wind down, I finally sat for a little while and chatted with a friend who I only see about once a year. That was my second mistake... As soon as I tried to get up I realized I couldn't. My toes were practically numb. I tried to walk out of the room with Marc, but to say my I was hobbling, would have been an understatement. A drunk, wounded soldier could have walked better. Seeing my struggle, and the obvious pain I was in, Marc scooped my in his arms and carried me out of the room. When we reached the elevator, I finally took my shoes off, and walked around the hotel barefoot.
The next morning, I had to go back to work. Since I wasn't planning on doing any walking, I wore the shoes again (I know, I know... dumb move) and carried my sneakers with me, along with our overnight bag. Unlike the day before where I was able to catch a cab seconds after leaving the hotel, this morning I had to stand and wait for about fifteen minutes. As each minute ticked by, my toes protested just a bit more. Man, did I regret not wearing my sneakers as Marc suggested.
Finally a cab came. I figured my shoe saga was finally over. Oh, if only I was so lucky. There was major traffic in midtown Manhattan, causing me to reach Penn Station just as they were making the final call for my train. I knew that if I didn't make this train, I would have to wait in the station for over an hour for the next train, which I totally wanted to avoid doing. So I did the natural thing... I ran through Penn Station... In...the...shoes....
The conductor was about to close the door as he saw me running. He waved me on. I made a final mad dash just as the doors were about to close. "I hate these shoes!" I told him as I entered the train and stumbled to a seat.
It took a while for me to catch my breath, and for the pain in my toes to subside. When I finally regained my composure I texted Marc about my run. “So are you finally going to throw them out?" he texted back.
"No way! I LUV them," was my reply. Although, I have to admit, I love them a whole lot more sitting rather than standing or walking.
Do you suffer with shoes you love, or stick with wearing shoes that are comfortable?
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