From My Sole

I hate my feet. Anyone who’s seen my bare feet hate my feet. Pedicurists hate me, because , much as as John Singer Sargent or Ingres might have felt when they had to make a sitter look better-looking, they know it’s demeaning to their abilities.

Can I mention my ginormous bunions?  Pythagoras could have used them to demonstrate the right angle triangle. I had budding bunions when I was thirteen, thanks to a sublime pair of red Brevett loafers. Do you have any idea how hard and expensive it is to buy  a comfortable and chic pair of shoes when your feet are double-wide? I’ve given mucho money to Munro, and I’m still wearing their footwear, pretty well in tatters, fifteen years after I spent four weeks grocery money at Bloomingdales.

(Speaking of Bloomies, I got the one unsolicited compliment I cherish most there. A saleslady ran up behind me and yelled “Ma’am! Ma’am! You have the most perfect nose I’ve ever seen!” If you’ve heard me tell this story, forgive me. I cherish that memory on a bad feet day . That would be every day.)

My daughter gave me the best Mother’s Day ever this year — a flight to LA, a trip up the coast to Cambria and Hearst Castle. She had to work a few days while we were there, so we spent some time afoot. Anyone who thinks that Los Angeles is all about the car is misinformed. We walked her hood in Los Feliz Village, tramped through a few museums, and her tour of deep downtown LA. She took us up the coast to Solvang (hello, “Sideways” fans) and Cambria.  And then Hearst Castle — a walking tour.

My friend Dave had warned me: “Beware all enterprises that require new shoes.” I should have listened. I dropped a bundle on two pairs of cute shoes that felt good in the store. You know what happened: blood and blisters. My daughter lent me her better-traveled-than-I Birkie  sandals. They’d stomped through rice paddies in  Vietnam, and strolled Thailand, Cambodia and Hong Kong. The support was great, but they raised new blisters in different places.

I was wincing and considering going barefoot on Sunset, when I said: “Sorry. I don’t care that you hate resale stores . I’m buying a pair of shoes. ”

$1.99, Baby! Silver leather. A sole as thin as a sheet of vellum –useless for walking on anything larger than a poolside patio in 90210, but they got me home, and my neighbor Char said nice things about them yesterday.

I

You can see that I never removed the sticky price tag stuff, but, c’mon, 1.99!  These are not Jimmy Chos. These are not Birkenstocks. These are for sure not Munros. But, they don’t actively hurt my feet and I feel a tad glam on my kitchen floor and my garden. I love silver leather.

Thing is, they’re the best pair of knock around the house shoes ever. I’d never take them farther than a walk to the mailbox, but on doubtful kitchen floors or on grass, they are sooooo perfect. When I slip them on I feel glammer than flip flop aficionados. They are, in these restricted circumstances, the best 1.99 I’ve ever spent. I’ve almost broken in those two pairs of cute Spanish expensive shoes I bought for the trip, but as God is my witness, I’ll never pack new shoes again.

Advertisements

3 Comments

Filed under A Couple of Bucks, Body, Cheap and Cheerful Object of the Day

3 responses to “From My Sole

  1. Oh, Hon!!! Your Barefoot, Bunionless friend sends sympathy and winces.

    Birks, Crocs-with-socks, no shoes at all. I’m of the age and temperament and who gives a buckles age—as a matter of fact, except for that hussied-up spell just after I reached forty, and my taste ran to ankle-strap stiletto sandals in every color they had—I’ve opted for comfort.

    We were just speaking today of Birks—I still wear the pair I got in 01, and all my Crocs are the Crayola-box kind—rubbery and colorful.

    I SO hate that your trip was spoiled to that extent by new shoes. Well, you looked stunning, everyone asked Honor her Sister’s name, and that NOSE just cherried the sundae.

    Love and Dr. Scholls,

  2. Rachel, you are too, too sweet, God bless your heart. Despite the travails with the damn footwear, it was one of the best weeks of my life. What I can’t get over is that I never get smarter! I remember buying a pair of Nike sandals on Canal Street a few weeks ago in New Orleans because I’d made the same footwear fault. And I did the same dumb thing in LA. Too soon old, too late smart and a little vain about my legs. When I set out on my next vacation I want all my buddies to scream “NO NEW SHOES!”

  3. Kim Shook

    I, too, hate my feet. No bunions, just neuropathy pain, pain, pain. Even sneakers aren’t really comfortable. I was actually dreading the walking part of our trip and searching desparately for shoes that might not be too bad. I got directed to Merritts and they were heaven. I’d never, ever paid that much for a pair of shoes, but I wore them every day and we walked miles and almost NO pain. I call them my miracle shoes. But – UGLY! Those silver strappy things are adorable. I have serious foot envy for anyone who can wear straps!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s