So I went shoe shopping the other day.
Ladies, do not attempt to whine to me about the problems you have shopping for shoes. In every store about 85% of shoes displayed and stocked were women’s shoes. They came in flats, heels of varying heights, wedges, platforms. They came in colours from yellow and red to beige, taupe and fuchsia. (Yes, I do know what fuschsia is).
Men’s shoes? In casuals you had a choice of the same Sperry Topsiders I’ve been seeing for about 20 years mixed with assorted Clarks and the odd Timberlands and now, new (for the last 5 years) Polo by Ralph Lauren and Skechers. Formals are restricted to Florsheims, Stacy Adams and a mix of deadly dull Hush Puppies. I finally broke down and bought a pair of maroon/brown Clarks slip ons.
I also bought a pair of Adidas running shoes. What? No, I do not plan to start running. I hated it when I had to – a couple of laps around the field were mandatory before cricket nets. My old red and black Nike runners have been usurped by the younger one of my heirs. The new ones are in navy blue with lime accents, very soft, supple and very lightweight. I’m very happy for them. (no – you figure it out).
Hours were spent and miles spent, for just two pairs. I could wear out one pair with the sheer effort of finding the other pair. The fact that they have to accommodate the old people’s custom orthotic insoles I wear means not just that I’m old people but that sizing is all over the place.
Thankfully, I won’t have to do this again for a while.
Or will I? Will my shoe fetish get the better of me? Tune in next time on the same frequency (seldom) and same channel (SloWord) for an update.