Street Walking
December 26th 2011 21:00
Photo by Dinkum. Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.
I hate being at home which is why my mother likes to call me the alley cat.
One Saturday, I made the mistake of wearing heels while I walked to see my dentist. It took an hour to get there by foot. By the time I was halfway there, I knew I had made a mistake. But it had been stinking hot and I felt like wearing one of my many silk dresses. You could hardly team that with a pair of joggers.
By the end of the day, my toes were covered in huge blisters. My feet ache so much I could no longer wear my shoes so I started walking barefoot. I had planned to put my shoes on when I had to cross the road but like the Beatles, I kept going. I felt like a cat and wondered if their feet ever feel sore from all the barefoot walking they do. Surely their little paws aren’t designed to walk on concrete or, worse, sharp objects such as shards of glass.
Now I know why I hardly wear my cornflour blue wedges, even though they are one of my favourite pairs of shoes. It’s just way to hard to look this good.
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