Monday, September 10, 2018

It's All About the Shoes

Yesterday I was actually looking forward to wearing the shoes I bought in May, a simple black cloth flat I had finally found that fit, or so I thought.
I had tried on over twenty pair of shoes to find them.  I'd worn them around the house so I was sure they were winners, but yesterday it was a different story.  I wore them while I got ready and suddenly it became clear that they weren't going to work.
I never thought there'd come a day when I would have to wear tennis shoes to Church! I was mortified, simply mortified!! So when I got home I set about the task of finding a receipt from May.  Impossible?  I was sure of it. From May, come on.  But I don't believe it, I went to the closet, picked up a Kohls bag & inside it was the receipt. I couldn't believe it!  So I took them back & tried to look for a replacement but lost interest.  This is ridiculous, shoes!!

FOR THE LOVE OF SHOES
by Patty Lynn

We women, we’re predictable, we all have this affliction.
Our love of shoes can't be denied, some say it's an addiction.
It starts when we are very young, perhaps with Mary Janes.
No matter it's the shoe that's IN, and boys, they just complain…

Because they think it's silly, the fuss we make about them.
They just don’t understand it all, how we can't live without them
But secretly they have their own obsession with athletics
The ones their favorite stars endorse, we girls think it's pathetic.

Regardless, girls or boys love shoes, though girls get more publicity.
The love of shoes can sometimes get to be an eccentricity.
And I confess that I grew up possessing such a bent
I had a strong desire for shoes and added this lament:

The shoes must be the current style, no matter how they hurt
And more than that must match the purse, was something I'd assert.
I grew up when those pointed toes were what the IN girls wore.
Those casual or dressed up shoes were something of a horror.

But that was just the way it was and so you followed suit.
What was the end result, you ask, what came of this pursuit?
Well, now I'm in my seventies with feet that don't conform,
I still love shoes but these old feet are hardly uniform…

Or even the same size, that's right, so really, I need two.
The left foot is a six point five but for the right won't do.
A whole size larger I should get, but that can be expensive;
Explaining how this came about's a story quite intensive.

How many clerks who ask if they can be of some assistance,
Are comfortable with what has been the bain of your existence?
And yet they try to help you out when really what they want
Is to be anywhere you aren't and not your confidant.

So there it is my tale of woe, with feet so hard to fit,
Just trying to find shoes that work, that is the gist of it.
A simple pair of black cloth shoes that I can wear to church
And I can say, “I've found the ones and I can stop the search!”






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