I recently convinced Isabel to buy some sensible shoes….Okay, okay, her podiatrist convinced her, but I have been saying as much for what…fifteen years? Anyway, seeing as how I don’t have a medical degree of any sort and, well, the foot doctor does, she finally listened.
I took Isabel to a shoe store that only sells orthopedic shoes—think huge, clunky and overly padded. It turns out they were not so bad…well, not really. Here is how Isabel described a pair of liver-colored lace-ups lying sad and rejected on the unfortunate-looking carpet: “Those look like horrible extruded internal organs.” I had to agree that they were pretty awful.
But we kept on looking and eventually found shoes that were less repulsive. A lot less repulsive. Success meant not only that Isabel walked out with five pairs of shoes for a variety of activities–for walking, for going out, for standing at her desk and for around the house–but that she was actually wearing them the day I picked her up to run some errands. She was wearing the comfortable shoes! Wearing them and singing their praises!