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I have finally come to terms with the fact that my poor bunioned feet (affectionately referred to as my bunnies!) can no longer withstand high high heeled shoes. It is a tragedy I know! My once beautiful high heeled shoe collection has almost disappeared, (apart from a couple of pairs that I just couldn’t part with!), and have been replaced by more sensible low to mid heels or wedges. I’m actually still mourning the loss of my ability to totter around in my high heels. They were very precious to me!
I have suffered once too many by standing all night in a lovely pair of platform high heels at a cocktail party – the result being extreme aching sore feet in bed that night! Also in those exact same shoes I attended a wedding and 5 minutes after attempting to get down and dirty on the dance floor I had to sit down. I was shattered as I really enjoy a bit of a boogie on the DF!
So does this mean I will be lurking around the Homy Ped section in the Pharmacy or even worse going for those extremely ugly Birkenstock shoes that look like they have been made out of a car tyre? My reputation as being the Imelda Marcos, (an extremely shoe obsessed lady who was married to the President of The Phillipines), amongst my peers is going to be ruined! Well I guess there is always handbags!
It is just another sign of getting older, like the first time you notice you can’t read the small print on your medication or when you start noticing the grey hairs on your head. Then there is the first time you prefer to stay home on NYE because you hate late nights. Oh dear oh dear I’m turning into my grandmother!
I remember when one of my friends turned 40 we all put together a survival pack for the middle aged woman which consisted of incontinence pads, hair dye, wrinkle cream, denture cleaner, laxatives, sensible big undies and a book on menopause. We all rolled around laughing as she pulled each item out of the gift bag and thought to ourselves how funny getting old can be. We could never imagine requiring any of these items anytime soon. Well, 10 years on and I’m starting to think that survival kit could come in handy!
Now I’m living it more and more each passing year. I find that I’m going for comfort over style increasingly these days. Not just shoes, but comfy bras and undies. No more tight jeans that you need to shoe horn yourself into, or tight fitting anything really! Shoe string strappy tops or dresses are also ruled out because my bra straps have widened (to keep the girls well and truly uplifted!) and I can’t tolerate a strapless bra. I’m beginning to wonder when I will be ready for elasticised waisted pants and oversized t shirts! OMG I really am turning into my grandmother!
I used to laugh at a friend of mine who would take her special ‘memory foam pillow’ everywhere with her. Apparently she couldn’t sleep comfortably without it. So after outlaying a considerable sum of money, (which I could have bought a beautiful pair of shoes with!), I bought myself one of these exquisite pillows. I’m almost embarrassed to say that this pillow now goes everywhere I go! It is better than sex! If I thought it would fit into my suitcase when I travel overseas it would definitely be a goer!
Kathy was a 50 something year old when she started up this blog 6 years ago, but has since turned over another decade and is now in her early 60s. She is married with two adult children and lives on the Tweed Coast of New South Wales, Australia. Kathy enjoys living life to the fullest and loves to keep fit and active by maintaining a healthy diet and exercising regularly. Some of her interests include reading, photography, travelling, cooking and blogging! Kathy works part-time as a freelance writer but her real passion is travelling and photographing brilliant destinations both within Australia and overseas and writing about it.
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