If the shoe fits . . . .

 . . . . it will be a miracle.

I needed shoes.  Desperately.  As in, I had worn through my work shoes to the sole.  From the inside. 

Obtaining shoes shouldn't be a problem for someone of my gender.  However, as in many areas, I'm not typical for my gender.  I hate most shoes.  Hate them.  But, since I can't go walking around sock-footed (that would wear out the socks too fast), I had to find some.

I found some online that would do, but I wanted to see if I could find some around here.  Penney's - nope.  Payless -  what the heck?!  Kohl's - uh-uh.  Shoe Show - nada.  Walmart (I've already told you I was desperate) - almost thankfully, no.  And, after seeing the dismal selections available in my area, the shoes I had found online looked even better.

So tonight, instead of making lots of purchases from The Loopy Ewe's latest Sneak-up, I bought shoes.  Two pair for work (on clearance, no less), and one pair of sandals.  Then, I can get rid of the current work shoes and two pair of ill-fitting sandals.   The sandals are from Lands End and the work shoes are from FootSmart .  If you are into shoes that are good for your feet, FootSmart is the place to find them.  I printed off a foot chart, and hope that with my orthotics (yes, I was born an old woman), the shoes will fit. 

Be good to your feet, because they can get you back.  Why else do you think I bribe them with all the hand-knit socks?