A number of years ago, a group of friends and I headed out to a Harvest ritual put on by the same coven which hosts the Victorian Tea. It had been pouring rain all day and with the fallen leaves clogging the sewer drains some of the streets had deep puddles in places. Our daring (and not very bright) driver decided that, instead of finding an alternate route, he was going to plow through a road-spanning puddle of unknown depth at full speed.
As I’m sure you’ve all already guessed, we got halfway through the puddle when the minivan stalled. Thankfully, we had just left our meeting place, so it was decided we’d simply walk back there and take somebody else’s vehicle. Now picture this – half a dozen people all dressed up in their ritual finery trying to clamber out of a minivan that’s sitting in the middle of a puddle that is so deep the water is almost coming into the seating area. It wasn’t fun, let me tell you.
We change vehicles (and drivers) and head back on our merry (if fairly damp and kind of cranky) way. The entire way up we were forced to listen to our previous driver whine and complain about how wet his shoes were. By the time we reached The Farm we were all dryer, but quite a bit more cranky.
The Farm was muddy and wet, but the company was excellent and the food was, as always, excellent so we didn’t mind so much. Then, the ritual started and we were faced with this giant snake made from hay bales. A snake we were meant to lift above our heads and undulate as if it were a real snake. A hay bale snake that had gotten rained on and was sopping wet. So, here we are waving this giant, wet snake around in the air and getting dripped on by it and having bits of wet, itchy hay fall into our hair and faces. It was… not fun.
At the end of the night, our erstwhile driver summed everything up perfectly by uttering these words: “Stupid rain, stupid shoes, stupid snake.”
I swear I was going to wear grown-up shoes to work on Wednesday. But when I put them on I realized I had a rather uncomfortable blister on my left heel. Since I have a race on Saturday, I really had to baby it so I ended up wearing my bright green and blue flip-flops to work. *grins*
I love shoes. I’m not on the Imelda Marcos level just yet, but I do own a lot of shoes. Shoes for running, shoes for dressing up, shoes for walking out into the backyard (though I’ll be honest I do that barefoot a lot because as much as I love shoes I prefer being barefoot).
I’d actually intended to write about something a little cooler, but as I mentioned I’ve got a race coming up and huge party after so you guys get a blog about shoes.
Normally I buy my shoes at thrift stores or places like DSW because paying full-price for shoes is silly. These flip-flops, ironically enough, I bought in a hotel gift shop so I paid a ridiculous amount of money for them. However, they’ve lasted through more than six summers of wear so I figured my cost-per-wear is pretty low on these.
I recently had to part with a pair of the cutest shoes I’ve ever owned. Platform Mary Janes with a bow-adorned skull on the toes. They were a gift from a friend and I loved them, but my recent running adventures have shifted my feet and they became too painful to wear (contrary to popular belief I will not suffer for fashion) so I had to make the difficult choice to pass them on or have them sulk in my closet.
I’ve got tiny feet compared to most of my friends. *laughs* So it’s not as easy giving shoes away as you might think. I passed the shoes onto a friend though who’s going to pass them on to a friend of her daughter’s. Hopefully they’ll have a good home.
In the meantime, I’m glorying in the fact that it’s summertime which means it’s sandal time! And struggling (still) with my changing feet. My barefoot shoes (Vibram Flows) that I wore all last season for mud racing are causing me discomfort and now I’m not sure I’ll be able to wear them for the race. I’m going to make one last attempt to run in them and see how they do and if they still won’t work I’m going to have a last-minute decision to make about which shoes to wear. Gah!
But for right now I’m happily flip-flopping it around my office. *grins* Trying to give my toes a chance to recover from yesterday’s punishment and that blister on my heel a chance to dry up and go away before the weekend. And on Sunday I just might treat myself to a new pair of sandals to celebrate finishing the Spartan Sprint on Saturday!