Getting my priorities right
I fear that this blog may become some sort of a wedding journal. My apologies for that. Rest assured that I am still here, but there seems to be this Bride type creature lurking. After a long weekend of even more unpacking and cleaning up, we were able to start some work on the wedding "To Do" list. I am proud to say that two of the most important matters towards the occasion are now completed. We have booked our honeymoon - which is so far destined to consist of Subtle sitting poolside with a book or ten, and me off to cooking classes, shopping and cultural endeavours. I say it will be the best honeymoon ever! Secondly, I have made one of the most significant purchases towards my trousseau of the day. Yes people, I have my SHOES. Dress - no idea. Ceremony location - not a clue. Vows - zilch.
But, Shoes! All praise to the pretty.... and a matching handbag of course!
Showing posts with label Shoes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Shoes. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Guilt and Shopping
It has been a few weeks now since my injury, and I am still hobbling around. It is improving in that I have no bruising anymore, and the swelling is isolated to the joint of concern. I have been undertaking physio which proves to be a twice-weekly reminder of the pain that still exists there. Tap dancing is becoming a distant memory, and the thought of being able to run is indeed foreign. I am assured that one day it will be ok once again. But for now, walking is challenging enough for me.
But the real crime of the whole situation is not the costly physio, ongoing pain or cankles I suffered. The pain is that I can't wear my normal shoes. No high heels. At all. Now with compromised balance, teetering in heels is a no go zone. I have been able to manage some very careful sauntering in wedges with full support around my foot. My physiotherapist said that I could start introducing some heels back into my wardrobe this week. I leapt with glee and then perused my selection. It seems that I own a couple of pairs of flat shoes, some casual trainer type shoes and all the rest are minimum two inches high. Minimum!
Begrudgingly I had to admit that I am not yet able to tolerate my usual footwear. I was then faced with a shoe dilemna. Clearly I needed some shoes, even just for work, that had "some" small heel to begin the transition back to normality. Do I spend my usual on a pair of fashionably reasonable shoes, despite the fact that I don't particularly enjoy a mid-heel height shoe? Or do I buy the cheapest I can to "do the job" until I am back to normal? I am certainly tempted by the latter option, much as it shames me to say. Unless of course, I can ignore the guilt that Subtle is trying to lay on me when I say the words, "I think I need to buy new shoes!"
It has been a few weeks now since my injury, and I am still hobbling around. It is improving in that I have no bruising anymore, and the swelling is isolated to the joint of concern. I have been undertaking physio which proves to be a twice-weekly reminder of the pain that still exists there. Tap dancing is becoming a distant memory, and the thought of being able to run is indeed foreign. I am assured that one day it will be ok once again. But for now, walking is challenging enough for me.
But the real crime of the whole situation is not the costly physio, ongoing pain or cankles I suffered. The pain is that I can't wear my normal shoes. No high heels. At all. Now with compromised balance, teetering in heels is a no go zone. I have been able to manage some very careful sauntering in wedges with full support around my foot. My physiotherapist said that I could start introducing some heels back into my wardrobe this week. I leapt with glee and then perused my selection. It seems that I own a couple of pairs of flat shoes, some casual trainer type shoes and all the rest are minimum two inches high. Minimum!
Begrudgingly I had to admit that I am not yet able to tolerate my usual footwear. I was then faced with a shoe dilemna. Clearly I needed some shoes, even just for work, that had "some" small heel to begin the transition back to normality. Do I spend my usual on a pair of fashionably reasonable shoes, despite the fact that I don't particularly enjoy a mid-heel height shoe? Or do I buy the cheapest I can to "do the job" until I am back to normal? I am certainly tempted by the latter option, much as it shames me to say. Unless of course, I can ignore the guilt that Subtle is trying to lay on me when I say the words, "I think I need to buy new shoes!"
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Perhaps I made a bad decision...
The general malaise that has been plaguing me of late, and was duly noted by my therapist on Monday, has sunk me further, I regret to say. This morning I hit rock-bottom, and unfortunately had to put on a brave face and attend another speed dating event that I had already booked (and paid) for. I shall not be surprised if I get no matches from that event, and furthermore, I don't know if I care that much.
The slow leeching of the anit-depressants from my body seems to have at last finished. Thus the fact that I feel so low, and extraordinarily apathetic. I have contemplated this blog on hold until I feel better - but we shall see about that. It seems that I do need, if not drugs, some sort of chemical enhancement for my mood. I am going to try some natural things for a while, I just worry that they will take a while to kick in. Things are so flat in my head at the moment that every second feels like an eternity that I have to work through.
But to add even more poignancy to today's low vibe, I realised that I was shoe-shopping - but for COMFORTABLE SHOES. This is clearly the first sign of the coming apocalypse.
The general malaise that has been plaguing me of late, and was duly noted by my therapist on Monday, has sunk me further, I regret to say. This morning I hit rock-bottom, and unfortunately had to put on a brave face and attend another speed dating event that I had already booked (and paid) for. I shall not be surprised if I get no matches from that event, and furthermore, I don't know if I care that much.
The slow leeching of the anit-depressants from my body seems to have at last finished. Thus the fact that I feel so low, and extraordinarily apathetic. I have contemplated this blog on hold until I feel better - but we shall see about that. It seems that I do need, if not drugs, some sort of chemical enhancement for my mood. I am going to try some natural things for a while, I just worry that they will take a while to kick in. Things are so flat in my head at the moment that every second feels like an eternity that I have to work through.
But to add even more poignancy to today's low vibe, I realised that I was shoe-shopping - but for COMFORTABLE SHOES. This is clearly the first sign of the coming apocalypse.
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