The Cruel Boots

I love shoes. My ex-husband believed that I bought them just to keep other women from having them. (Totally not true!) If you knew me back in my 20s, you know that I could dance in 5-inch platform heels. I could hike for blocks wearing Candies.

I still love those types of shoes. I have them in my closet. I just don't wear them all that often. I struggle to find the balance between style and comfort, but I try my best to err on the side of comfort.

Remember the Steve Martin bit about "The Cruel Shoes"? It's here if you want a refresher. (The Cruel Shoes). I always seem to be buying those shoes. I can't remember the last pair of shoes I bought that didn't blister, bruise, cramp, or in some way damage my feet.

My Baretrap sandals rubbed a blister on my toe. I had to get a cart after walking nine holes in that new pair of Foot Joys. Even the Clark's Privos rubbed a blister on the top of my foot.The only exception to this trend has been athletic walking shoes.

I really thought I was going to be safe with rubber rain boots. I ended up with a rather plain pair. They had some really cute floral ones, but they laced up. (Way too much effort!)

The really high wellie-type boot kept catching on the leg of my jeans. We were about to spend a couple of weeks in the rain and I didn't want to be fiddling and fussing with boots. I only wanted to be able to slip them on and keep my feet dry. These boots were really my only option.

Who would have thought that rubber boots had sharp edges? I could not believe my injury when I took them off after the first day of wearing them. But there it was - a bloody leg with a small patch of skin missing. (You would have thought I'd have noticed it before I took the boots off, too.) So the next time I wore them, I tucked my pants legs inside the boots. And thank God we had two days of sunshine so I could go back to wearing my Privos rather than The Cruel Boots.