Shoe buying isn’t as easy as it used to be

Some time in the late 1990s, I bought several pair of summer sandals, all costing about $5 each at K-Mart.  I think I still have one pair. Over the years I’ve tried several different styles, sizes, but have never found any summer foot wear that worked for me.  I’ve had some luck with Clark brand, and occasionally can find an 8.5 narrow (usually I have to settle for an 8 medium).  So today I ordered this, not my preferred color (white), but the only one in my size.

Clarks call this style Saylie Medway. I’m hoping those buckles are real, and not just Velcro. I had sandals like this in the 70s and 80s, as I recall, and they seemed to last forever (or because they are summer only shoes just seem that way. I would have preferred a beige or denim, but we’ll see how this works and how many hours I can actually wear them.

As someone wise once said, take care of your feet and they’ll take care of you. And I actually found a blog that says that.

Since the feet are the foundation of the body, they have a direct affect on most aspects of your health, particularly if you are a diabetic of have Peripheral Artery Disease (PAD). But even without these chronic ailments, your feet play an important role in your everyday life and health. They are on the front lines of everything you do and your feet’s skin is the first line of defense.

Instruments of torture

My summer sandals are about 10 years old; attempts to replace them have failed, with the new ones tossed after a few wearings. Everyone is wearing foot thongs, and since I remember wearing them to class and remaining upright when I was in college, I thought I'd give them a try.

These Target thongs, called Winifred, were only $3.00 at Marc's so I thought, what would hurt if I bought them? My feet.

Sandals--a poem inspired by looking at feet

Summer time
Break out the sandals
The thongs and the glam.

Show bunions, corns
and calluses--
Summer’s grand slam. 

Monday Memories of going barefoot

I looked through my albums, but I was a poor deprived child--my mother's camera broke after the first two children, and I can't find a photo of me in bare feet. Although I'm pretty sure that like most children growing up in the 1940s, I rarely wore shoes in the summer except to go to church. Several years ago my son had a summer job mowing lawns. I was a bit concerned because he was suffering from a bad back--stenosis of the spine, I think. Anyway, after a summer of walking behind a lawnmower, he was fine. I'm not sure he was barefoot, however, he might have been.

To stay on track here, the toes on my right foot began to hurt last summer while I was wearing a pair of sandals and giving a presentation in front of the Green Gables (Lakeside) on 19th century architecture. I sort of limped home and put the sandals away. Most of the time, the foot didn't hurt as long as I didn't wear them.

Last week-end I put on a different pair and the same pain started--I think it is a nerve between the 3rd and 4th toes, but I suppose it could be on the ball of the foot. So I googled it--found a picture and pointed. I read through the stuff, book marked it, but have already forgotten what that nerve area is called. (Cousin Bill, help me out here.) But I did remember my son. So today I went outside with my CD of Luther's Small Catechism, took off my shoes and socks, and walked for about 30 minutes in the back yard. It's a very different sensation. For starters, you have to lift your foot a little higher because dragging your toes through grass is not a fun feeling. Then you have to watch for sticks and rocks. And dog poop. I wouldn't say my foot feels better, and my back hurts a little from the awkward gait, but it wasn't too bad for a childhood memory.