I’d Walk A Mile in Their Shoes

But my feet would be killing me

Deanna Bugalski asks : If you could walk in anyone else’s shoes for a day, who would it be and why?

I love shoes. My ex used to call me Imelda Marcos. I did have a lot of shoes. I’d buy a new pair of shoes that would seem comfortable in the shoe shop and when I’d try them on at home, not so comfy. Into the shoe cupboard they’d go.

So I’m taking this prompt literally. How often does one get to write about shoes?

I have a few pairs if shoes — not more than twenty — and I can only wear my ugly joggers with any degree of comfort. I have two pairs of beautiful boots that I used to be able to wear but my feet have worsened over the past couple of years.

My podiatrist assures me orthotics will fix my feet but I haven’t been able to wear them as it’s been too hot. I had a pair made before I left for London. I decided not to take them with me but by the time I arrived home, they had disappeared. A true mystery — who would want a pair of size 8 orthotics?

I look longingly at shoe shop windows knowing I will never be able to wear those stunning stilettos. I’ve never been able to wear them. I borrowed a silver pair for my second wedding and came a cropper before I even reached the registry building. Ripped pantyhose and a bloody knee did not bode well for a happy marriage. Later that night, I fell down the internal stairs in our house.

So, if I can’t walk in my own shoes, how on earth am I going to be able to walk in anyone else’s?

If I had to choose someone, I’d probably pick someone like Rosa Parks, who, I imagine, would wear entirely sensible practical shoes.