…the shoes you call your ridiculously impractical shoes are the same sort as your able-bodied sister and mother frequently wear as sensible everyday ones.
For years I’ve lived in trainers. But only a specific sort. So much so that the pair I have now is at least my third identical pair but come to think of it is probably actually my fourth. And I should probably buy a new (but still identical pair) because no matter how many times I look for something different I can never find it. The idea that Skechers might one day discontinue them secretly fills me with horror.
Because no one else does shoes which
Undo completely and very easily
Have no form of heel
I can wear without socks regardless of the time of year
And are deep enough to accommodate my often very swollen feet.
Its no secret that I’m not a fan of shoe shopping and that shoes hold no real appeal for me. The more often I can go barefoot the more I like it.
But a few weeks I went shopping. I needed new black trousers and I was beginning to think a spare pair of Skechers would be an idea. My current pair probably have a few months wear in them at least but having worn my last ones until they fell apart and then for several uncomfortable days after as I literally had no others, a spare seemed a very good idea.
So I’m in Evans getting trousers (and an unplanned but gorgeous top) and I’m looking at shoes because you never know. And I spot a lovely pair of ankle boots.
Several years ago when I was at uni I did have a pair very similar I wore often. My shoe related issues weren’t quite so extreme then but you know it’s still possible…
So being that I’m unable to try shoes on when shopping I check if I can return them if they don’t fit then buy them. And I don’t want to try putting them on myself first in case they don’t fit (my unusual shoe putting on techniques can batter a bit which isn’t good if I’m returning them). A quick phone call to my sister telling her I’ve bought completely unsuitable shoes follows.
She asks in what way they’re unsuitable and I’m like
“They probably won’t fit but even if they do I probably won’t be able to get them on myself and even if I can I probably won’t be able to transfer in them.”
And she’s all “oh in pretty much every way then.”
I popped up to see her and she informed me they aren’t shoes, they’re boots. And then helped me try them on and surprisingly they fitted. They didn’t quite zip up to the top but its not an issue.
Eventually a long while later I sit on my bed and try them myself.
It’s sort of like
I know they fit.
I know how they should go on
But I can’t work out how to put them on cripple style
And as much as mum told me to take them back I’m keeping them. Because every girl needs a pair of ridiculous shoes. Even if they are meant to be the sensible type shoe.
(I was going to end this with something I’ve heard a lot which is that every girl should have a pair of shoes she loves but can’t really walk in. But you know in my CP world that’s pretty much every single pair of shoes I’ve ever owned so I thought it too obvious).