So what if I’m a woman who wears comfortable shoes, because this is one Homo sapien who’s almost proud of the fact.
Life is too short (and my bunions too painful) to walk around in ankle snapping heels all the time, so if a man should snub me for wearing my Merrells, then I’m sorry, but he isn’t the one for me.
That is of course unless he’s really good looking with a great sense of humour, who’s kind to small kids and animals (and maybe even to larger kids who ate little animals), and then there’s a chance that maybe, just maybe, I’d heel it up.
It’s a fine balance between falling arches and failing urges.
Fingers crossed the feet go first.
Ms heel-at-a-pinch M.
