In general I'm not terribly big "shoe" person. Even in my chubbiest of days, when most women stop shopping for other clothes and channel their fashion obsessions toward extravagant accessories, giant purses, and showy footwear, I continued to find myself schlepping down the size 8 1/2 aisle at Payless. I typically own one pair of black heels that I wear to work 90-something percent of the time, and then maybe a pair of boots. Besides that, my collection consists mainly of tennis shoes and flip flops. I'm doing a little better at the moment, with a pair of shiny silver stilettos courtesy of my brother's wedding last August, and a dark brown pair of pumps that I can wear on days when walking isn't a big requirement; I bought them a month after having my daughter, and my feet were still all Hobbit-y, so now they're a full size too big and tend to slip off every third step or so. It's a little annoying sure, but entertaining if you think of transportation as a game, and those shoes as Expert Level.
Those of you who know me, or have seen me, or have actually looked at those pictures I post will notice that I'm not what you might call a "fashionista". This past week I wore a skirt to church that I believe was purchased in 1999. Maybe 2000, not sure. Definitely during high school. And I'm cool with that, is the thing. My current claim to fashion fame is my one pair of skinny jeans, and the fact that, scouts honor, I have NEVER worn them anywhere with tennis shoes. I'm pretty sure that this is mostly a fashion faux pax, only acceptable on 12 year old girls and boys with Fallout Boy haircuts.
Anyway, the story here is that I broke another shoe. This is a side effect of wearing the same cheap pair of shoes every single day for over a year: I lose all of my shoes the same way. All of a sudden, I start to sound like a horse with one, and then eventually two shoes as those little rubber bits on the tip of the heel wear down, then apparently fall off completely. Out of nowhere, I find myself walking on the tips of screws, which is not as scary as it sounds, stilettos themselves are fine preparation for this balancing act.
Right. So for the time being, I'm a one shoed horse. I expect the other rubber tip will slip soon, the second one never lasts more than a week or so after the first. I've decided it's time for this year's first trip to Payless! But there's a catch this time around: My shoes will be my reward for getting below 145. Cuz hey, I need a little extra motivation to lose more weight, and I need shoes. It's a situation made in heaven. And hey, it I'm extra good, I'll go a little crazy and try to hit one of these BOGO sales, and get a little something extra, maybe Espadrilles. Oh the possibilities!!