new shoes

it's official. i hate shoes. not any shoes - New Shoes. hate them. i love them. but i hate them more.

my wide flat highlander walking feet have been flipping and flopping around in flippable floppable sandals and thongs and trippy dippy summer heels for so long they forgot what it meant to be forced into hard, leathery, hard leather.

coming to sydney has meant New Shoes. almost all my shoes are new. and almost all my new shoes are for work. normally this would be cause for great excitement for ricebag but instead her days have been filled with trepidation as she has been spending the last 3 weeks at work in winter in sydney in ... New Shoes. breaking in New Shoes has been the absolute bane of my existence and my feet hate it more.

not just New Shoes but Heels and Stockings and running around everywhere in all 3. (ok ok i admit, i dont mind the stockings and how legs just feel sexier in stockings but that is the ONLY consolation - that and the fact New Shoes with Heels and Stockings make a lady look like a lady - but again again its the pain over pleasure principle ...)