My New Favorite Curve


Saturday we went shoe shopping.

I like the way that sounds.

Much better than “We went orthopedic support shopping,” which was the real goal of the day.

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Figure 1. Sexxxxyyyyy

I kicked off my sandals and hopped up on the Foot Analyzer at the Walking Company, which shows you where you put pressure on your foot.

Normal foot on left, artist’s rendering of my foot on right.

Feet

“That explains why you had plantar fasciitis,” he said. “You have extremely high arches.”

I felt a surge of pride. I have curvy, gravity-defiant arches. My arches will never fall, not these graceful vaulted tendons, no, they are flying buttresses bearing a double load.

So, I bought orthotic soles to support my arches and metatarsal, and found the only shoes I might wear without the extra sole support might be Dansko. I bought a few non-Danskos in a larger size so I could wear the supports with them. And socks, of course because they were on sale. THEN I found it was Tax-free day. So, good day all round.

My new shoes are too casual for work, but I’ve been wearing my Danskos. Today I admired Marcia’s shoes. Marcia and Anne accidentally bought matching shoes, both at The Walking Company.

“Those are cute shoes,” I said to Marcia. “What brand are they?”

“Raffini.”

“Oh,” I sniffed, “I can’t wear those. I can only wear Danskos. My arches are exceptionally high.”

“I have high arches too, and these are fine.”

“Well, perhaps for you,” I said, archly. (It was a matter of time.)

She threw down the gauntlet, or shoe, and I tried hers on. It didn’t even touch my arch.

“It’s all right,” I said, and Marcia shook off her other shoe and challenged me to an arch beauty contest. Or there would have a been a contest if I could have bent double to stick my finger under our arches.

But of course, Spunky Labia International Toe Porn Superstar would win.


14 responses to “My New Favorite Curve”

  1. My mother pinched pennies for me to have (horrible) orthotic shoes when I was a kid. I loathed them but they were supposed to be “good for my arches”. Fast forward 30 years and it was plantar fasciitis and I had a new reason to hate them anew.
    BTW, my plantar fasciitis seems to have gone away. But maybe that’s because I hardly walk anymore!

  2. I can’t believe there are no photos of the foot contest. When I had a female boss, we once took pictures of our bare feet in the office for the prettiest foot contest by birkenstock. I have plantar fasciitis but I have “broken” arches – whatever that means.

  3. OOOHHHH DAAANNNNSSSKKKOOOSSS!!!as a nurse, the danskos, they loved my feet as a bounded through eight hours on the vinyl floors. alas, they are ugly clogs and when I got my master’s degree and became an NPthere were put in the 4 garbage bags of scrubs i owned and donated to good will.so buh bye dear danskos… i miss you

  4. Oh, those Dansko clogs. Get it now. They were recommended but no matter what size, I couldn’t get my foot into one.
    Awfully high in the instep, donchewknow?

  5. Dude. You wear Danskos to work? I wear heels. Every. Day. Then again, my arches collapse when I step down, so maybe I’m allowed to wear heels.

  6. Caroline -Becs – Ah! I had the ortho shoes as well. I don’t remember them at all, but Mom swore I had them until 5.Amy_in_StL – You know, I dont think Friend 2 would want her feet photographed. She thinks hers are unattractive.Hattie – You KNOW how competitive I am.Mrs hall – The CLOGs are ugly. I did like the way they didnt rub the back of my heel.Becs – Not the clogs! My Danskos are pretty. http://www.dansko.com/Womens/Footwear/Collections/Sausalito/Sela/Black%20Pull-UpJammies – Never heard that phrase before! And it suits me so.Hot Mom – You are allowed to wear heels until you weigh enough that 200+ pounds of pressure on the ball of your foot becomes unbearable.

  7. Mershy – Oh, they just have tiny toenails. Some men like tiny toenails.Caroline – oops! No! The Clarks are acceptable, it’s just I’ve worn out almost every pair.

  8. Hmmm, I have high arches *and* high insteps. BTW, in my case, “high insteps” means “fat f-ing feet”. I long for fit-flops and cannot shove my fat foot into them.

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