Slapped at the end of my legs are two exceptionally large feet. I wear a size 11 shoe, a size that puts me squarely out of the hunt for fashionable, attractive footwear. Two kinds of shoes come in size 11: hideous, utilitarian loafers and tacky, “Nine to Five” drag queen heels.
Even sneakers are hard to come by in larger sizes. Typically, I have to wear a men’s size 10.5, which is fine enough except that men’s sneakers always look like men’s sneakers. As a woman, it really stinks.
So, after decades of disappointment and trying to jam my size 11s into size 9s, I gave up. I simply stopped shoe shopping. Unless a toe was worming its way through the side or a sole began slapping the pavement, I was happy with my one or two pairs of everyday shoes. Why suffer the trauma of shoe shopping until it was absolutely necessary?
Well, it’s becoming absolutely necessary again. My work shoes are showing the effects of two years of daily wear. They are groaning and my anxiety is rising with each centimeter of heel that is scuffed away. I will have to go shoe shopping.
Insert bloody scream here.
I’ll keep you all posted. In the meantime, send good shoe vibes my way!
Here are a few other things going on lately:
• As some of you may know, my oldest dog, Barley, has been very, very sick.
His liver, gallbladder, and pancreas were shutting down and the vets were unable to pin down a cause. The tests ruled out obvious cancer, parasites, and poison, but beyond that, they simply weren’t sure why his organs weren’t functioning properly.
Thankfully, however, after two months of treatment with a number of different medicines, his blood results last week were much improved and whatever is wrong appears to be getting much, much better. He has to stay on his current drug regimen for three more months, but if his blood tests come back normal at that time, he may be able to stop taking the medicines. That’s very good news!
• My birthday is next month and I’m trying to avoid the six weeks of crippling, angry depression that tend to accompany that horrible event. If anyone has any advice for beating the birthday blues, please post it in the comments section. I need help! I tend to look for love in an ice cream cake, but that hasn’t worked for years. I definitely need to come up with an alternate strategy.
• As a devoted fan of ‘Mad Men,’ I am desperate for the show to start its new season this summer.
However, I am so in love with the newly bearded Jon Hamm (Don Draper on the show) that I almost don’t mind the long hiatus.
He may be the most beautiful man ever and somehow the beard makes him even more attractive. I hope the beard sticks around for a while longer. Incidentally, if any of you are ‘Mad Men’ fans, let me know. I’m dying to have someone to talk to about the show.