Boot trial

Last October I thought I needed a new pair of short brown boots so I went out and bought a fairly cute cheap pair that I thought would do the trick.

I wore them on and off over the past 5 months. I was really disappointed though. The right foot was comfortable but the left foot felt really tight. When I wore them to work at the beginning of the day it would only bother me a little bit, but by early afternoon the left foot would really really feel uncomfortable.

Usually when I buy shoes I only try on the right foot because that foot is a little bigger so it the shoe is comfortable on the right, it's comfortable on the left. So I thought it was really wierd that the left boot was tight. I even checked the size of the left to make sure it was a 7.5 and not a 7.0.

Then, a couple of weeks ago, on a day when I was wearing the dreaded boots, I got stuck in a bunch of bad traffic on the way home. It was stop and go and since my car is a stick shift there is no rest for your feet in that situation. Somehow or another, that stop and go driving really started making my left foot feel horribe and I couldn't stand to keep that boot on anymore. So I unzipped it and took it off but I left the right one on cause that one was O.K.

Well, when I finally got home I had to put the left boot back on in order to walk from the car to the door in the cold garage. When I was trying to put the boot back on kind of half way still in the car, I couldn't get my foot at a good angle and then it was like there was a flap or something inside my boot that wouldn't allow me to get my foot in all the way.

And that's when I made the shocking discovery .. . . . the plastic insert that they put inside shoes and boots in order to keep their shape before selling had been inside my boot during the whole 5 months that I had been wearing it. It was a humongous plastic form and it was even bent under in one spot where my foot had crushed it upward from months of wearing it.

Of course I shared the story with my co-workers who got a hardy laugh out of it, especially when I even showed them the plastic culprit to back up my story

Geez oh peet. I could hardly believe it. And guess what, that left boot is really alot more comfortable now.

Do you ever trick yourself?

Again, back in the day of having to dress up for work, I found a pair of pumps that were relatively inexpensive and comfortable. I bought one pair in black and one pair in blue. In the dim morning light at the bottom of my closet it was hard to tell which pair was which and God forbid I would never want to make the mistake of wearing one blue and one black by accident. So I thought I would help myself out and code the shoes so I would know which was which at a glance in the morning. So I grabbed a permanent marker and on the inside each shoe of the black pair I inscribed a capital "B" for Black. Given that blue and black start with the same letter, I picked up the blue pair and wrote "N" for Navy Blue in each shoe.

Much to my dismay a week later when I went to grab a pair of shoes in the morning (I'm not even sure which color I was looking for) I stared completely dumb founded. For the life of me I could not figure out if "B" was for black or blue and what the heck did "Z" stand for?????

Stylin' at work

Quite a few years ago when I was single parenting it, and always behind in everything, and always running and always late (o.k. single parenting is just an excuse because I'm still that way and single parenting no longer applies) I was dressing hurridly for work. It was the days when we still wore suits to work, none of this business casual stuff that we have today. I had a really nice tan and white light wool summer suit that put on that day. I threw on a pair of tan shoes to match.

It wasn't til I got to work and walked to my desk that I actually looked down at my feet and noticed I had on two completely different tan shoes. On the left foot was a plain tan pump, on the right foot was a real cool pump, two tone tan, with cute button adornments. Good thing the heel sizes must have been similar or it could have ended it disaster.

In true Rita form, wherever I went that day, I pointed out my different shoes to everyone. What a hoot.

Have any of you ever worn two completely different shoes to work? Did anyone notice?