Feet relief

Today, I noticed that Matthew’s heels were peeking out of his old Crocs clogs.  While Armand expressed some shock that we had only bought the pair a few months ago (correction, that was many months ago), I made the impulsive quick decision of buying him a new pair.  After all,  I only buy when needed. And — how convenient — a shop was right in front of us.

It was supposed to be a quick errand: pick up a new pair with a bigger size, and go.  And then I looked, and I found: a pair for myself.  No, many pairs for myself.  I had been wanting to get myself a pair of comfortable flat shoes, and there was a pretty brown pair that caught my eye. The shoes were simple and lovely, and so, so comfortable. I finally understood the reason why  people patronized the brand — even before the cute styles came out.

And then, I saw these wedge sandals. I made my choice. Height with comfort = my kind of footwear.

Aren’t they worth the lighter, thinner wallet?

Oh, yeah, Matthew got his new pair. But not before going through several pairs too. While I was trying on shoes, he started choosing more pairs, disregarding the two-tone red-and-navy pair of clogs I had already set aside for him.  Certainly, the child takes after me. The sandals went back to the salesperson, and he walked out with some kind of hybrid sneaker. Not bad for a little kiddo.

PS – The dad decided to get a pair of loafers. Driving home, he said that his feet were rejoicing.