What do I despise more than a root canal? Or plucking eyebrows? Or grocery shopping? Or frying an egg? SHOE SHOPPING!! Yep, revoke my female card. I realized something while walking the aisles of Shoe Carnival this past weekend. I have more in common with Mickey Mouse than just Walt and Disneyland. We have the same FEET!
After watching my mom try on shoes left and right (no pun intended), I just grabbed the same old New Balance tennis shoes (aka waffle stompers) and Ked's low profile tennis shoes boxes and head for the checkout line. After picking out her sneakers (not an easy task for her considering her own foot issues) my mom just walks over to the sandals and grabs whatever cute pair she wants. Me? I gave up after sticking my foot in one sandal after the other trying to squeeze my Cinderella evil step-sister foot into another psychologically damaging glass slipper.
Why is this such a traumatic experience you ask? I have been blessed with a high instep. Like a super duper high instep.
So I cannot wear the super cute thin band sandals with do-hickeys, beads, multiple strap type. No Cleopatra up the ankle tie jobbers for me. No, I get to wear the following styles:
Don't those just SCREAM sexy-mama? Or even half-way nice looking lady with cute shoes? <sigh> So, I just keep ordering my Nike flip flops in multiple colors and calling it a day. Happy Summer ya'll!
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