I was squeaking again, and this time it was driving Hubby nuts.
I’m annoyed though as this is my newest pair of boots, those that were purchased not all that long ago.
The same problem has occurred in that something inside has collapsed, and yours truly could not sneak up on anything or anyone as you can hear me coming a mile away (especially last thing at night taking the dog out when there is no-one around, which actually is a blessing as creaky echos are spooky!).
So today, whilst in town fabric shopping, I was under instruction to replace my shoes.
Finding a shoe shop in an unfamiliar place isn’t easy, and the first one I came to I was in and out so fast, no-one noticed. I know work shoes with the steel toe caps are pretty cheap (£22.50) but £115 for a pair of not-so-fancy boots????
There was an arcade/precinct that we hadn’t been in before as we nearly always have the dog, and I don’t particularly like shopping for clothes, shoes or anything personal anyway.
I went in, and this was a haven for shoe shops.
EXPENSIVE shoe shops.
Even shoes in the sale with 50% off were beyond me.
I ventured into one outlet and spoke to a very pleasant young woman, explaining what I was after, and apologising that I hadn’t bought shoes for a long time and had thus lost touch with cost. The only thing close that she could offer me was a pair of clumpy trainer type things for £109. I walked out, shaking my head.
I tried in four others, before coming across the very last shoe shop right at the bottom of the mall.
Oh goody, they’ve got a sale on (who didn’t) and I went in.
Several took my fancy, but surprise surprise, most weren’t in my size and that was all they had.
Not to be de-feet-ed (excuse pun), I did select a pair of what they call Snow Shoes, and it was like putting on a pair of slippers. They were only £27, and so comfy.
But totally impractical for walking the dog as they were suede and nylon, and wouldn’t have kept my feet dry when walking through puddles or a waterlogged dog walk.
There was an alternative, similar in design but in leather, naturally with a higher price tag to match, but half price at £55.
They come just under half way up my calf, have zips rather than laces and weren’t that bad.
I padded around in the shop, trying one of each before I made up my mind, then finally deciding that practicality was called for, so I parted with the higher amount and gave them a test run (well walk) this afternoon.
They’ll do, and hopefully will last considerably longer than the pair designated to the bin.
I’ve got to look after my feet you see, one of the pitfalls of diabetes.