Perhaps having chosen today as 'annual short-dress, pantihose and high heels day' it was not the best of ideas to suddenly have an unavoidable urge to have to walk all the way across town at lunch time in search of car seat covers**.
Not only did I solicit some rather lewd looks from many an unsavory character (although by the amount of sweat out there today I think they are decidedly savoury - bleh) along the way, but OH-MY-GOD my feet are KILLING ME now!
I may have to peel these shoes off when I get home. Running is a breeze compared to scuttling around in these torture manacles!
I may just have to become a 'woman in comfortable shoes' to prevent this from happening again, or perhaps just not go for a stupid long walk when wearing less than comfy shoes... either way...
Update: It is now Friday and I still have large blisters on both my little toes from the long walk in those stupid shoes. The foot rub Richard kindly gave me last night helps a lot though.
** To protect Basil from my and other kids. Because I somehow suspect the 'show me that your hands and feet are clean before you can get in' thing is going to get old really quickly! ;)
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When I worked at HSBC at the Waterfront I also had to wear smarter office wear, which often also involved wearing smarter shoes, ie. High heels. Popping over the road to the V & A shopping centre was a mare as it was in walking distance, therefore hell on the feet and very uncomfortable. I am glad i am in a more casual environment now where i can wear jeans and slops to work if i want to!! Although, some days i do miss the heels cos you just feel sexier. But its so impractical! I cant believe women wear heels at weekends, i see them prancing around the shops, they look so nice and soooo comfortable/!!!! Rats! I never feel comfy in those shoes. Cant walk fast enough in them either!!
ReplyDeleteit's the old practical versus desirable debate - I don't think any of my shoes are comfortable, but my god I love 'em!
ReplyDeleteAs for Basil's seat covers, when I stayed with my sis, I banned all food and dirtiness in the hands of my nieces...of course, my late night socialising with all the encumbent fumbling in the back seat meant I messed up the leather seats myself...
Is Basil named after Mr Fawlty? Does that make your other car Polly the maid, or Sybil, the cynic?
Hey Sexy Momma! I don't like high-heel-torture shoes. SO glad I have my own business. I wear comfy but nice shoes (especially in the summer) I like pretty sandals.
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