But the blisters stayed. For weeks. My wide feet just didn't seem to suit the narrow Converse style. And whenever it rained, I went skating across smooth surfaces, vainly hoping I wouldn't faceplant. How can the Doctor run from Daleks without falling over when it rains!?
Eventually I gave up on the lack of traction and picking the skin off my pinky toes and refused to wear the damn things again. But then I got a pair of blue Highs.
So by the time the third pair happened, you figured I'd know better. But they were special! Rubber! Waterproof! Fire engine red! The rubber range from Converse is super cool but...the rubber made them more rigid. So owie, owie. Could not even leave the apartment.
But my love for them inspired a small photoshoot incorporating the reddest things I could find. I'm still hanging on to these in the vain hope that one day they'll magically fit my wide, wide feet of doom. Or maybe they'll inspire a great story.
Sometimes I wonder if Converse shoes are more art than practical footwear. Anyway, to be worn by those gifted with narrow feet. Alas.
Alyce Caswell is an aspiring writer who apparently lost her mind, threw away a steady job as an office junior and entered the realm of imagination.
She has blamed her accomplice and husband for giving her this most excellent opportunity.
Alyce has written articles, poems, short stories, books
and several embarrassing blogs. She hopes this venture will avoid the usage of cat gifs.
Links of Interest
A Rambling Rover
Alyce's travel blog which features various castles, stone circles and bemused musings about the Northern Hemisphere.