The post was called quite simply, My Feet Hurt. I wrote it a couple of years ago, but it’s no less true today than it was then. Even more, I can amend that title after numerous discussions with my midlife friends to, Our Feet Hurt.
We discuss this as often and in the same way that we discuss wrinkles and plastic surgery. Never mind the nasolabial folds that are making of our faces a ventriloquist’s dummy, let’s talk about our bunions and our corns and our arches that have fallen. Some of us have gotten facelifts for the form
er and some of us have gotten bunionectomies for the latter.
Me, I’m just trying to fulfill the vow I made back in October when in a post entitled, When I’m An Old Woman, I wrote this:
“I shall accept the fact that my aging feet demand, should I want to walk on them at all, that I wear COMFORTABLE SHOES. However, in the 21st century, one of the incredible advances society has made is the design of ergonomically correct shoes that do not resemble herring boxes without topses. I will search until I find cute comfortable shoes at whatever price.”
I spent no little time this spring and summer searching for sandals that fit that bill. My requirements didn’t seem excessive, but I suppose, given the vagaries of my feet, that cute and comfortable is a relative thing.
Platforms scare me. Even the ones I wore back in the day (and, frankly, last year) seem precariously high to me. The same with high heels. I look at the 4, 5 and 6 inchers women are wearing and all I can think of is tipping over and going kerplunk (which happens to the best of them, but still). Plus, have you noticed the way women wearing those ultra-high heels walk funny? Like they’re bow-legged and pigeon-toed and are trying to maintain that stick in their lady parts?
On the other hand, shoes with ittybitty heels remind me of my years as a gawky teenager, always taller than the boys I liked, forced to shuffle ’round the dance floor in cut down heels while my friends were pirouetting in winklepicker stilettos. Teenaged shame is a powerful thing, and I seem even at this late date not to have outgrown it. Perhaps in my next decade….
If the cute shoes this year aren’t sky high, then they have no backs. I have a closetful of such shoes from years past, but year present I find they add a dimension of insecurity to my walking. I don’t want to have to worry about keeping my shoes on no matter where or what speed I go.
Therein lies the quandry I found myself in this summer. In the past, summer sandal shopping has been a joy. This year, not so much. Everywhere I looked the cute shoes I saw were either sky-high wedges or no-back-strap mules.
Then one Monday, after a particularly fruitless frustrating cute sandal shopping trip, the universe smiled on me and sent me an email from Colleen of FootSmart. For over twenty years, FootSmart has been the major direct retailer of comfort footwear and foot health products. Initially Colleen was promoting the comfort-no-matter-what position, but I argued for the cute-and-comfortable side. We went back and forth a bit on that topic and then I sent her the following email:
Cute, no? And without question–considering their provenance, Clarks and Drew–comfortable. Not to mention, ergonomically correct. And many other attributes that I read about in the Footsmart online catalogue.
The thing about getting shoes on-line is that it’s so incredibly easy. No travel to the mall. No slog through the parking lot. No temptations from the Food Court. No annoying fellow shoppers. You just sit in comfort in front of your computer (or your tablet or your smart phone) and browse to your heart’s content. Then when you see your heart’s desire, you just click your mouse a couple of times and voila! several days to a week later, your friendly postman brings you a present. It’s like Christmas all the year!
Thanks go to Footsmart who sent me the two pair of shoes to try for purpose of this review. Obviously the opinions are as always uniquely mine.