Round two on the toesies.
Don’t get me wrong, I just loOoOoOove wearing Crocs. *ahem… liar… ahem* But after a long day of standing in the salon, even all the squishiness of the Crocs couldn’t support my sensitive, pregnant feet.
My darling client-turned-friend, Mary Kaye, took pity on me and insisted that I head to The Walking Company and treat myself to real-deal, even-nurses-wear-them, not-messin’-around-this-time kinda shoes. She was so adamant, in fact, that she graciously blessed me with a gift card to help with the cost (as good, supportive shoes usually run no less than $100).
As soon as I stepped into the store, an employee, Crystal, began attending to me. In retrospect, I felt a little embarrassed at the vibe that I must have been giving her. Ugly shoes make Square Piece very hesitant; and I was surrounded by ugly shoes. Awkwardly I wandered around, eyeing the selection. Seventy-five percent of my options were nixed as they were open-toed shoes. Being that 1) I plan on wearing these into the fall, 2) I haven’t had a pedicure in months and 3) I wear support hose now, it seemed best to opt for some closed-toe shoes.
The first pair that I tried on were these red, sassy clogs by Dansko. (Yes, I can find a way to make red shoes work with anything.) I was sure that they’d beat out all the other shoes as they were quite comfortable for walking.
They were sensing something…
“Hold it,” my feet said. “We can’t settle on these yet.”
Nope. My feet have expensive taste and they could sense that a pricier shoe was lurking. Looking over my shoulder, I spotted a brand called MBT.
Oh, I’ve heard of those, I thought.
There was one pair that seemed work appropriate. Crystal brought them out for me.
“Yes,” my feet agreed. “These are the ones.”
“But what about the red Danskos?” I asked them as I tried them on once more and walked around to compare.
Well, my feet DID have a point. Strangely enough, when I was walking, it felt like I was gliding. There was ZERO pounding or pressure on my heel OR my toes. I wore these suckers allllllllll day yesterday (and I even stayed later to do a coworker’s hair) and my feet felt perfectly fine at the end of the day. This is unusual in that my toes usually feel like they’re on fire once I point them upward during my four minute drive home. Once home, I’m usually hobbling around and asking Brian to bring me things.
That didn’t happen yesterday.
Here’s hoping I’ve unearthed the miracle shoe.
Thanks, Mary Kaye, for getting my butt into that store!