Wednesday, September 8, 2010

No Easy Walk to Freedom

(Really reaching here.)

I have weird shaped feet, and somehow they seem to have gotten weirder over the summer.
I wear nothing but flip-flops all summer long. All different kinds: dressy silver ones, red ones with roses, sparkly plastic. And then a cold snap comes along and my feet freeze and I decide it's time to put on real shoes. With socks.

But somehow, now none of my real shoes fit my feet anymore. It's been cold this week and I've tried four different pairs of shoes. All shoes that fit me perfectly well in the spring. And now I have thirty billion blisters on my feet. The only shoes I can wear are my wool hippie clogs. This really throws a wrench into my sleek Audrey Hepburnesque work attire.

Black turtleneck and pencil skirt:"Yay! I love fall fashion."

Wool clogs: "Yay! I love Peter Paul and Mary."

1 comment:

  1. I was wondering why you were playing them last night. And... you had a black turtleneck on today. Me, I don't care if it's cliche, I've decided to just go with my affinity for the beatniks. I'll have to trim my face differently and borrow some of the turtlenecks. Not that mock one you make fun of. Perhaps a dicky? Those are cool.


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