I had a pair of steel toe silver boots I bought in Paris when I was 18. I kept them through my 20s but moving between small spaces eventually made me get rid of them, but I often wish I had them still. My kids would LOVE them. And the list of shoes I cannot wear---foot, hip, etc---is so long. At least orthopedic shoes are in right now, right?
I love this. It reminds me of my own slow recovery from debilitating hip pain and sciatica from an injury that my insurance company deemed “not bad enough” to authorize surgery for. I don’t remember the exact place I was when the clouds began to part and light drifted back in, but I do remember how glad I was for it.
I had a pair of steel toe silver boots I bought in Paris when I was 18. I kept them through my 20s but moving between small spaces eventually made me get rid of them, but I often wish I had them still. My kids would LOVE them. And the list of shoes I cannot wear---foot, hip, etc---is so long. At least orthopedic shoes are in right now, right?
I love this. It reminds me of my own slow recovery from debilitating hip pain and sciatica from an injury that my insurance company deemed “not bad enough” to authorize surgery for. I don’t remember the exact place I was when the clouds began to part and light drifted back in, but I do remember how glad I was for it.
This made me cry—exactly what I needed to read today. Thanks for sharing.
Love it. Same. I bought a beautiful pair of leather made sandals with a small heal maybe 15 years ago in Colombia. They are beautiful.
I thought it was on purpose! A riff on access/ability. No?
A beautiful life story.
‘Rotating on its access’ 👍🏽😂