dynagirl

My mother has these perfect, little, sized-seven feet, with high arches and beautiful ankles — and it’s no wonder she has a serious shoe fetish. Seriously, I’ve seen her in flats twice and she wears stockings every day.

My feet tend more to the Frost side; they’re not horribly unattractive, but mostly they’re just wide and fairly practical; more for transport than adornment. As a result, I’ve been fairly sensible in my shoe choices. I stay shod in fashionable, comfortable boots and shoes, and keep the dainty “things” for rare and special occasions.

Imagine, then, the stink-eye I’ve been giving the shoe karma fairies that have given me a lovely and painful bunion. The last six months have found me confined to my Land’s End clogs and dreading my options. A little research, after a tip from a colleague, places the blame not on the shoe karma fairies — but, instead, square on my monkey feet. They’re shaped in such a way that the big toe has a nice gap away from its bretheren, and more motility; this comes from the way the first knuckle of that toe is more distal than the rest. Handy for swinging from tree branches, yes, but resulting in a foot shape naturally prone to such bunions. Shit!