Buy the Shoes–These Shoes

I walk, stand, and clambor over things frequently throughout my day, while wearing tights and heels (I said tights for Sandy because she’s English, and when I say hose it makes her think of gardening and throws her out of the story.)  I try to look as professional as possible while I am doing, and I try to balance out comfort with style.  When my workmate came back from lunch one day with new shoes that looked like they fit the bill, I went and tried on a pair myself. 

I’ve been the proud owner of a pair of black, and a pair of nude Comfort Plus Pumps from Payless for about 6 weeks now.  Isn’t that a terrible name for a lady’s shoe?  Comfort Plus sounds so 18-Hour bra.  But, oh dear Lorax, just like those 18-Hour bras* they are amazing.  I’m not going to win any beauty pageants in them, but I can wear them all day long without my feet hurting, they look nice with my suit, and at $19 a pair, I’m not going to cry too hard if something awful happens to them.  …because I just used my Easter money to buy backup pairs of each, and a pair of Navy.  BOGO!  Free shipping!

You know that feeling when you have been in heels all day and the balls of your feet feel like they are on fire?  And you take off your heels and it almost hurts to stand flat-footed?  Or how sometimes your toes start to go a little numb?  Or how your pinky toe gets smooshed?  Or how your arches ache?  Yeah–none of that.  I was amazed the first time I wore these shoes all day and took them off.  I think my feet have been in better shape since I started wearing them.

I am going to highly recommend these pumps to any woman who has to wear heels for work.  I would not recommend them to men who wear heels to work because I think they just aren’t fancy enough for that.


The KARMEN, Comfort Plus Pump from Payless.


*I don’t care how comfortable those things are.  That is the line I will not cross.  Granny panties?  Sure.  Orthopedic loafers?  In a heartbeat.  18-Hour bra?  You will pry my push-up bra off my cold, dead ta-tas.

Lancient History, Style

Chairs, Children, and Feet

Lest you think I only buy clothes at Ross, here is a picture of our new chair. My in-laws graciously gifted me with a nice-sized Ross gift card for Christmas, and I used it toward the purchase of the chair and ottoman. After seeing so many people in my living room with no place to sit, I decided it was time. Ross had a chair that matched the color and texture, if not exact style of our loveseat, so I bought it. The ottoman has storage space, and I’ve put a couple of our lap throws in there. We are a family who loves blankets.

The throw on the chair was a wedding or Christmas gift–I don’t remember which. We have used that thing like crazy! If you’re reading this, and recognize it as a gift you gave, THANK YOU! BLESS YOU! Who knew how much you could love a throw?

You see a little red carpet on the floor. We don’t have a dining room table in our townhouse, so we use the coffee table for dinner. Thor has a wee, miniature leather dining room chair that sits on that carpet. That way, if he has a spill, we can just clean it up easily. That is his abandoned breakfast milk on the table. I love that kid.

So, I bought the new chair and ottoman, and I also bought a pair of boots.

When I was small, we lived in Virginia. Right there where the A is, though the treeline was much less robust 30 years ago. Geez! 30 years ago. Anyway.

You see the water line behind the treeline? We had a dock that slipped out into the water, and that water ran a ring around our entire neighborhood. It was lengthy. And, in the winter, it often froze over.

Once, when I was eight or nine (it was the 70s, there weren’t daycares or drop-in care gyms on every corner), Mom was forced to leave me at home during a stretch of snow days. She came home to check me on her lunch hour, and called frequently, and an elderly neighbor was keeping an eye out that I didn’t burn down the house, but otherwise, she had no choice but to trust me (now, a mother myself, my heart really goes out to her.) I was pretty fearless, and also pretty stupid. I thought it would be fun to play in the snow barefooted. I also thought it would be fun to go walking on the frozen water. After my naked toed explorations, and after having fallen through the ice twice, yes, twice, I ended up with some frostbite on my feet. Not bad, and nothing that required immediate attention, but I didn’t even tell Mom about it until years later, so she couldn’t have taken me to see a doctor anyway.

Thirty-some-odd years later, I am still suffering for those poor choices. Three toes on my right foot, and two on my left are always much colder than the others. Frequently, my feet are so cold it actually hurts. In the winter, my feet ache with the cold. You will not see me without socks or slippers when temperatures drop below 75, unless I’ve just gotten out of a foot defrosting, hot bath. I thank God for the person who created microwaveable slippers and socks!

In the winter, I really don’t care how ugly the footwear is. If it is warm, and if it will keep my toes from feeling like they are about to snap off, I will wear it. I have a hideous pair of knock-off Uggs, and responded to a Jezebel.com story about those with the comment, “I don’t care how ugly they are. You can pry them off my warm, toasty, dead feet.” I’ve almost worn those $12 beauties out though. So, last night, when I saw what looked like warm boots, I went to inspect.

I am now the happy owner of a pair of Skecher Shape Up Boots. I do not care if they shape or don’t. They have a thick sole that will keep my feet far from the cold ground, have a thick inner lining, and are also surprisingly comfortable. And warm. Oh, they are warm!

What they are not, is pretty.

That fur cuff rolls up, and that’s how I am wearing mine as I type.

Come March, I will find myself in a strange funk, and I will realize (as I have done for years) that it is because I have been wearing ugly shoes for too many months in a row. I will try (as I have done for years) to find shoes or boots that are as pretty as they are warm. Maybe one day… Until then, I will just walk around in boots or shoes that make my feet look like stuffed animal hooves. And I will be warm.