How beautiful are thy feet with shoes.
Song of Solomon 7:1, KJV
This morning as I dressed for church I realized I would have to force myself to say 'farewell' to some old friends. The scuffs and crinkles in one of my most comfortable pair of shoes were getting noticeable. I got one more wearing of them by using a black Sharpie marker to color in the split seam on the back of the left shoe, but clearly, it was time to replace them.
My best estimate is that I've had these shoes for twenty years, or given the price I paid for them, maybe longer. Of course, I've not worn them every Sunday due to rotating them with other shoes. But these have been a very comfortable, dependable accessory to my wardrobe.
In the last decade or so I have definitely moved out of shopping for cute shoes to comfortable ones that (hopefully) don't look clunky. Uncomfortable shoes make my joints and back hurt. Stylishness has lost its position of priority with me. My philosophy is to have good hair, earrings, makeup and a pleasant facial expression so maybe people won't need to look at my feet to find something appealing.
And please understand, those of you who wear the fashion-forward shoes, I'm not being critical of you. I just have to make peace with the pain in my joints.
So it went like this: over lunch after church today I told Beloved that I need new black pumps. As he munched his French fries dipped in Camp Fire sauce, he listened patiently to my sad description of the shoes' appearance. He suggested that since we were practically across the street from our favorite shoe warehouse, maybe we should go there when we were done with lunch.
Then as we drove around searching for a parking place, he suggested the use of duct tape to extend the life of the current pair, reminding me that it's now available in a rainbow of colors, not just silver gray any more.
I gave him "the look" over my glasses and pointed out the available parking spaces in the next row over.
Fortunate for me, Beloved found comfortable seating just inside the door of the shoe place so I didn't feel hurried. I was very apprehensive that I would find anything suitable to my liking that would be appropriate, comfortable, attractive, and reasonably priced.
|pumps with a slight rise at the heel and a band of suede across the toes|
As it turned out, the hunt was not so discouraging. I found three pairs and narrowed them down to one. The first pair had a little more distinctive design to them, but I was going to settle for them only if nothing better could be found. They weren't all that comfy but for a few hours on a Sunday maybe a two or three times a month, I'd put up with them.
|shoes by Life Stride|
The third pair felt wonderful. Still, I held them close while I perused all the other aisles, just to be sure I was making a good choice for me. The price was good, especially when the gal at the register told us we had a ten dollar coupon on our account. I was so glad. There are other things I'd rather do with my money than spend too much of it on my feet.
Clearly, shoe shopping is not my favorite thing to do, but here in Florida I have enjoyed picking up a nice assortment of slappy-back sandals with their thick rubber soles in cute styles.
The feet are taken care of. Let's move on to something more interesting.