Nanna shoes

I'm so tired. I can't believe I've only worked 20 hours this week. It feels more like 100. Whilst definitely less mentally challenging, being on your feet on a cement floor for hours on end is much more physically demanding than trying to keep lawyers and secretaries from having tantrums.

I have gigantic blisters on my heels that are bigger than 50c pieces. After my first two shifts, wearing normal "comfortable" leather ballet flats, my feet were so monstered that I made the decision to spend money I don't really have on some practical shoes. 

Say hello to the ugliest, most comfortable shoes I now own. 

I love them. They are so comfortable, it's like walking on a cloud of baby seals. I have come to like ugly, practical shoes meant for the over 50s quite a lot. They fit my orthotics in them, my feet don't hurt a quarter as much by the end of a shift and I'm  not doing any horrible damage to my joints or back whilst wearing them. I'm also impatient and often end up walking long distances instead of waiting for buses or trains or whoever might pick me up.

I have some beautiful shoes but I love wearing comfortable shoes. It is so nice just to be able to walk around and have them stay on your feet. I don't need every part of me to be used to make a statement of fashion or status. I like the part of my being that serves a purpose and function far greater than the inevitable emitting of an aesthetic. I like looking nice as much as the next person but the Nanna side of me likes to be able to use my feet for their intended purpose, walking.