I Will Not Bend, I Will Not Break

It is that time of the year again!

What time of the year you say? When the stores have sales as they are getting rid of one season’s things to make way for the next!

So I needed to buy some new shoes to replace my old flats and wedges that were falling apart. I went to Payless as they were having a BOGO sale, buy one and get one half off.

So I went in the store and proceeded to try on every shoe searching for one that fit. This is always the hardest part of shopping, taking things on and off trying to find the perfect and comfortable fit.

I finally found two pairs of shoes that fit great after searching the whole store.

One was a pair of blue flats orginally 29.99 on sale for $5! You know I can’t resist such a deal!

And some patent leather flats that were orginally 29.99 on sale for 16.99. Ah, patent leather! I just love it so.

I couldn’t wait to put them on and try to break them in.

I love my shoes!

There is only one downside to patent leather…

It does not bend or give to your foot. Which means that it stays firm and can cause some serious blisters.

It was so painful…

Yep it was like The Little Mermaid all over again.

For those who may not have read the Hans Christian Anderson, the real fairy tale, only having seen the Disney version you might not be aware of what I am talking about.

In the actual fairy tale, the little mermaid traded her speech for legs but was also cursed that with every step she took it would feel as if knives were being shoved into her feet. Each step produced incredible pain. Pain she bore because of her love for the prince.

It is a great story, I strongly recommend reading the real version.

Anyways, so I know I have had earlier foot/leg pain from exercising or squatting and compared it to this story, but this was the most like it.

It is the truth.

The way the shoe was designed it was hurting the back of my heel and side of my foot.Oh it was agony. And of course I was at work so I had to pretend to be happy while I was hurting.

But man were they pretty.

But I can’t wait until they are completely broken in and stop blistering my feet; being a perfect fit.

On a side note, have you noticed how often I compare myself to the fairy tale The Little Mermaid? I guess that moviepilot quiz was more accurate than I thought.

Go here to see which you belong in/are

For more on my “Little Mermaid” experiences, go to Walking on Pins and Needles

For more on The Little Mermaid, go to Waiter, There’s Some Disney in My Jane Austen

For more stories from my everyday life, go to When You Least Expect It

For more on Coco Chanel, go to These Shoes Were Made for Walking

Walking on Pins and Needles

So do you remember a post a while back when I compared myself to The Little Mermaid, not the film version, but the book.

In the book, the Little Mermaid in her deal to walk on land, trades the comfort of walking along with her voice. Every step she takes feels as if she has knives stabbed into her feet. I had tried to get into shape by doing squats and overdid it, creating very sore thighs. (Read more about it in The Little Moreland)

Well it happened again.

But this time it wasn’t my fault.

I mean it!

So every year in my community there is this big free event in which they give away backpacks, clothes, and all other things to kids and families in need.

The woman in charge asked me if I would help out this year and do face painting. I like doing face painting and have for years, so I agreed.

That day I got there before the event started, and it was packed. I ran over to the table were we had everything set up, but there was one problem. They had only provided three chairs. I had brought an extra chair, but that wasn’t enough for us three volunteers and the people whose faces we would be  painting.

We managed to find one more chair, but that was still one too few. Me being nice as I am, went without.

I thought that we might have breaks in between, but no. It was a never ending line of children and parents.

I spent three hours squatting and painting non-stop. I was only saved the last hour as when other people went home, and they found a chair for me to use.

Finally!

When the event ended I was in so much pain. My thighs and feet hurt. Every step I took I could hear a popping noise or it was extremely sore.

The next day was extremely painful too. Every step was excruciating. But hey, at least it was for charity instead of vanity? Right?

For more stories of my everyday life, go to I Call A Do-Over