I own a really cute pair of shoes that I wish fit me, but they don’t.  They never have.  I bought them knowing they were tight and thinking I could have them stretched to fit.  Never mind that my baby toes were squeezed or that three toes were sticking out a little too far through the small open toe area.  You have to understand, the shoes were so stylish, the two-toned colors matched several of my outfits, the price was reasonable, and I needed shoes to go with my outfit.

My desire to have what I wanted right then overshadowed my best decision barometer and put me in a followup series of bad decisions.  The first was when I bought them.  Then I went to the shoe store and paid to have the shoes stretched and rubber taps put on the bottom.  I rushed the cobbler, as we were leaving for the weekend event the next day.  I wore my pretty shoes around the house while I got ready for us to leave, telling myself they’d stretch some more.  I brought along another plain pair of shoes just in case, though I was sure I wouldn’t need them.

An hour into the event had me hobbling a good distance to my hotel room in bare feet to change out these painful shoes for the comfy ones I’d brought along.  I applied bandaids to give extra cushioning to my reddened baby toes.  What a welcome relief, as I placed my wounded feet into shoes less squishy and then returned to the event having much less attention on my feet.  

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