That is probably one reason why I don’t understand women and the humanly impossible shoes they chose to wear.
Don’t get me wrong, I love the really cool high, high heels. They’re works of art. But there is no way I could force my feet into them. As if I could walk if I did!
There have been heels in my past, cute little navy and white ones that just wouldn’t let me leave the store without them. Unfortunately, I haven’t worn them for more than a few minutes before I’d kicked them off. (My feet thought I must have been drinking when I bought those heels.)
I also used to wear platform heels. I loved being so tall! The problem was that if I forgot what shoes I had on and I went into a bathroom stall…Being five inches taller changes things. Uh huh.
I know I sound like wuss. I am. I’m just not into pain. I love comfortable shoes, which keep my feet pretty much flat on the ground. Give me a pair of sneakers, Birkenstocks or Merrell sandals and I’m pretty happy. I’m even happier barefoot.
High heels aren’t comfortable. It is just that simple. I’ve been to enough writers’ conferences and heard enough women groaning in pain because of what they were teetering on. By this time in the party I’ve probably kicked off whatever comfortable shoes I was wearing.
I have a good excuse for wearing practical footwear besides obvious comfort. In Montana we have two shoe seasons: sandals and snowboots. Probably another reason I’m not a shoe person.
The other reason I’m not a shoe person is that I’m a writer. I spend a lot of time in front of my computer shoeless. I have a favorite pair of houseshoes I love. Goodbye illusions.
Although I don’t understand them, I have nothing against shoe people. They are free to buy as many gorgeous heels that they want. Let them walk tall.
Just don’t look down on me for choosing comfort over fashion.
My feet still love me.