My last faithful pair of comfy black shoes died. My foot went right through the sole onto the street. It was definitely time to get rid.
On Wednesday night, I bought the following ridiculously cute pair of shoes:
They are leather, they are Clarks, they are so incredibly bouncy and comfy on the sole that I almost cried with glee. They have a button! I hugged them all the way to the till, and all the way home.
The following morning, I put on said slippers of lovliness and commenced my 15 minute walk to work. Five minutes in, they were rubbing a little bit, but, having freaky shaped feet, I'm used to that. At work, however, I collapsed into my chair in near tears, and investigated my feet.
Shredded.
It is has been two days, and I still can't wear shoes. Even the flip flops I resorted to at work were painful. My trousers flapping on my ankles was painful. Even blisters plasters are painful.
Ming. MING!
...I will not be returning the shoes. Will train feet.
To counteract the ming, here is something beautiful - Super Hans sleeping with his back feet tucked up to his nose:
subville
Watch yerself ... the foot perv blogger will be sniffing around
and stripy socks.
We like similar shaped shoes
You're my twin. My slightly smaller, prettier twin. From a different country. With different parents.
Er ... we like similar footwear