So It Goes: Cinderella shoes

And since then, I have grown curiously oblivious to the state, the price and the appearance of my footwear.  When orthotics and the footwear that houses the orthotics was mooted, I felt I was immediately thrown into my parent’s generation.  If my foot hadn’t been slashed already by the foot surgeon, I might have done the job myself.

Now I slop around in the most comfortable shoes known to man (well to me), uncaring whether they have a heel, match my clothes or my hand bag or have been spotted by any friend fashionistas (lets face it, I have no fashionistas for friends).

And so the bottom of my cupboard now sports about five pairs of shoes, as opposed to the 50 or so that used to litter the floor.  I decided it was time to clear the heels and the spikes and the soles without arch support.

And so I started asking people what size shoe they wear.  I always thought my foot size was average.  I have since discovered that it  is slightly smaller than average for a girl my height. What I do know though is that my foot is a little on the skinny side (unlike the rest of my good self) and that other people have feet that are usually wider (so that’s where they carry their width).

The reason for my thinking my foot was an average size is because unfortunately it rarely features on that table of last pairs that are usually amazing bargains (my daughter has a size 10.5 and has scored some amazing shoes from this very table).

So having asked a few folk, I discovered that (surprise, surprise) feet are as varied as the person using them.  

I was starting to empathise with Prince Charming and his quest to find the foot for the glass slipper when I discovered what amounted to be a dearth of similar sized feet right under my nose (well my feet).

It seems that if you work with me, you must tread carefully.  It turns out that Cinderellas litter my workplace. And now those radiant princesses will be sporting my shoes.  While I poke about in the less than attractive orthotic, I will get to dream of better days when I see my colleagues strut on by.