I recently broke my pinky toe. Whatever…I’m convinced it is broken because it still hurts and I stubbed it a month ago. It’s my own fault. I’m not mindful of where I walk at home and I’m always banging into things. I’m surprised I don’t have more broken toes and chipped elbows, honestly.
This little piggy is a problem because I can’t wear any of my favorite shoes! Sandals and slip-ons are fine but not in snowy 25-degree weather (I’ll lose my toes.) And this is killing me (emotionally) because I just had my favorite winter boots re-soled by a talented Greek God of a cobbler on Wall Street. I know that sounds funny but really, this man is a God. My tattered Frye boots look brand new…he sewed a new sole, fixed the heel, shined them up…(sure it was $80 but at least I salvaged a great pair of boots rather than tossing them for some lesser quality replacements.)
And this little piggy is killing me (physically) because when I stuff her into my boots it only prolongs the healing process. I can justify it for maybe ONE holiday party but other than that it’s Hunter Wellingtons (even on dry days) and Minnetonka moccasins… Ugh those f-ing moccasins are a joke. I look like I’m wearing slippers everywhere. Good for toe, bad for rep. Unless I rent a mountain cabin for the winter months… I’ll be the most stylish limping lady chopping wood and drinking scotch by the fire. (Then I’ll promptly throw my footwear into the flames when the weather warms up.)
So this weekly shoe is an ode to real comfort shoes (the hippy slippers) and a cautionary tale to all… LOOK BEFORE YOU WALK.