I swear shoes hate me. With all their hearts and souls.
I have not had more than 3 pairs of shoes in my lifetime (and that’s a long time) that has not given me a blister, sometimes blisterssss, at different spots of my feet. Sometimes all at one time.
So once in a while, when I come across shoes that are so soft to touch and appears to be the most harmless of all ‘shmonsters’, I get them.
Like this one that I have on today, the sweetest looking Mary Janes, how bad can it be right?
You see that faux pearl on the right shoe? Yes, that one. It has somehow found the perfect spot, that tiny bony part below my little toe, to perch itself on so prettily, almost like a demure little lady. But, I can almost sense it mocking at me while it presses down on my foot, hard, on that little bone.
And it’s hurting like hell.
I can’t wait to arrive at my lunch venue so that I can remove my poor foot from its torture chamber and grin my way through lunch. ....... Not thinking about what happens after lunch.