ETA: Apparently, this is my 500th post on this blog. Look what I chose to write 😀
As it happens, I have one pair of pretty shoes in my wardrobe now. All through my life so far I have never ever ever owned pretty shoes. My footwear has only two purposes – to help me walk comfortably and to last longer. There might just be another reason for my having only utility footwear. I have clown feet. At least I think so.
Of all the features that makes a girl elegant and pretty, I have taken after my dad. Nothing to be embarrassed about, but I really wish I had my mom’s fingers or her feet or small shoulders. To begin with, I am broad chested – no matter how much weight I lose, I look bulky. As if that is not enough, my feet and hands look like a replica of my dad – stout and rounded. My feet are too broad to fit into any elegant looking shoes. Well, my calf muscles are bigger than S’s and that is enough proof to show how girly girl I am. Sigh.
Coming back to my shoe story, after prodding at a hundreds of pairs of shoes over the last few years – I gave in and bought a pair for myself. Wait, I really wouldn’t have done so myself knowing very well about my broad feet or would I? It was all S’s plan. Over the weekend, S got himself a new pair of shoes and there was an immediate cash back offer. There was no point getting himself another pair of shoes but I pleaded with him to get something else. No. He wanted me to buy a pair of shoes too. What started as just trying on, ended up as selecting between the red or the blue ones. No matter what I kept telling him, he insisted on getting me the shoes. At one point, it was me against three men – S and the other two sales guys. When three men tell you how pretty your feet look in the new shoes, you really have no option but to get those shoes right? Well, I didn’t budge even then. I dragged S to a corner and reminded him of my feet. This guy I have married has a mind of his own when it comes to gifting me something. He went ahead and bought those shoes. Damn! And I am not telling the price of these shoes. My heart is still bleeding is all I can say.
This morning I decided to wear them to office (if not for S’s love, for the hefty price he paid) and to say that every step reminds me of hell is an understatement. I have become Monica (from Friends) where she has to wear those pretty shoes even though they are super painful. That is exactly me at this moment! Since morning, I have been trying to find chances to be alone so that I can get some respite from these shoes. With every step I have been taking, I have this growing urge in my stomach to scream “Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Owww!”
Why are my feet so big and why are these shoes so pretty?!
PS – This post is dedicated to all girls who have taken after their dads’ features! *Pls, pls tell me I am not the only one*