Post by T.M.
I’ve crippled myself many times, the most recent being this Saturday past. The method by which I do so is always the same – by donning the wrong shoes. Actually, the right shoes, in the wrong size, although the shoes I wore this Sunday were in fact the right size, I had just tied them too tight (they had ankle straps) oh, and I walked, stood and danced in them for about 5 straight hours. Did I mention they are platforms?
My poor feet were really suffering yesterday, still are, but at least the swelling has gone down enough for me to be able to wear my sensible shoes today. Pains are still shooting across the balls of both feet though and I have blisters on my toes AND heels. You’d think I would have learnt by now.
It brought me back to a pair of gorgeous tan high-heeled boots from the ’70s that my mother once owned and I subsequently stole and ruined. They were the kind of boots that went with EVERYTHING and I wore the shit out of them despite them being three sizes too small. A memorable crippling occasion was my trip to the US Embassy in Dublin to get my J1 visa. I didn’t realise how much walking I would have to do and by the end of the day I was standing on my tippy-toes inside my boots because I couldn’t stand the unbearable chafing on my heels. Blood was shed.
The incident that caused me to finally hang them up was one New Year’s Day when I was late for Mass and decided I would just ‘throw them on, they’ll do’ before running out the door to make the three minute journey to the Cathedral. I couldn’t really last even one minute but Catholic duty forced me to persevere. I could feel my feet swelling and seeping inside the tight constraints and practically fainted when I had to walk up the aisle for communion. Yes, it was time to say goodbye.
So imagine my delight a few months later when I spotted a ‘modern’ version in River Island? They were absolutely, positively the most PERFECT replacement! Tragically, they were a little out of my pitiful shop assistant budget. No matter how much I saved there was the chance that they would sell out immediately (or so I convinced myself). Then, the most wonderful thing happened. When pouring my troubled heart out to my father, he agreed to buy them for me. I explained that they would be an investment – for remember – my mother’s pair had been worn for over 30 years! It was one of the very rare times that I have felt like I really NEED something (material) and I must take this opportunity to thank my Pa and let him know that I still really appreciate his 100% contribution.
I have had the magic boots for six years now and they are still in top condition. Granted, boots like these are seasonal; I wouldn’t wear them in summer so that increases their life-span by at least one season per year. They are the type of item that will never stray too far out of fashion, much like the trench coat or LBD.
This autumn and winter I will be wearing my boots over skinny jeans and under flares. With a denim button-down midi skirt and a black mini skirt. Do you have any item of clothing/footwear that you will never regret buying? Something that you may even be able to pass down to your children? We would love to hear your thoughts in the comment section below!