The season of goodwill is upon us! The shops online and in the High Streets are buzzing with Christmas fare. There are 3 for 2 and 50% off, etc, enticing us to spend our hard-earned cash. But I have become more savvy over the years. I now make a list and stick to it with self-inflicted discipline to keep myself from going overboard. I learned my lesson the hard way years ago, and now I am one step ahead of the crafty retailers’ advertising. Seriously, write a list. I do mine around the beginning of August (yes, as early as that). And, bit by bit, I find out what the grandkids have their little hearts set on, except George, who is 7 and will chop and change from one week to the next and start putting money aside when I price things up. The older grandkids all want money, so that is easy, and I begin to put money away for them from the beginning of the year; believe me, you don't notice it so much. Around October, I look at my Christmas decoration...
How do I even start this? Alright, deep breath… here goes.
I have feet. Not just any feet. W-I-D-E feet. Hobbit-wide. Duck-paddle-wide. The kind of feet that turn shoe shopping into a battle, a full bring it on mission!
Ever since I can remember, shoe shopping has been a saga. My poor parents—bless their souls—used to approach the task with the same grim determination as storming a castle. And to make things even harder I always wanted red shoes. Bright, glorious red. Not the practical black or navy ones deemed “school-appropriate.” Nope. I wanted to click my heels like Dorothy and fly off to Oz!
As I got older, I did what many wide-footed sufferers do, I crammed my feet into cute-but-cruel shoes that weren’t quite wide enough, gritted my teeth, and broke them in, limping around for two weeks and cursed the fashion gods.
Eventually, wide-fit shoes started popping up in stores. Progress! But alas, the struggle didn’t end. It was always too long but wide enough or just the right length but tight like a boa constrictor. I swear, I was living a real-life version of the Three Bears—except with shoes and foot pain instead of porridge.
Then, last week I was aimlessly browsing Amazon and came upon a pair of wide-fit trainers by a brand called Hitmars. They are reasonably priced for my budget, and pretty good reviews. I clicked “Buy Now,” fully expecting disappointment.
They arrived the next day. I opened the package already planning how I’d tape it all back up for the inevitable return. But wait…
My husband looked at me staring at the trainers as if they were something alien and said: 'Why don't you just put them on, I'm sure they won't bite you!' Sarcastic or what!
I slipped in my size 6 foot, ready for the pinch, the squeeze…
But no. What I felt instead was heaven, sheer bliss. Sweet, toe-wiggling, arch-supporting bliss, they fit perfectly.
No pain, no breaking in, just straight-up comfort. It was as if the Shoe Gods themselves had reached down and whispered, “It's okay girl, we got you.”
I literally trotted down the road an hour later with a spring in my step and a stupid grin on my face. And you better believe I ordered a second pair—in blue and pink—because miracles like this don’t happen twice. Except, apparently, they do. They fit like a dream too.
So, if you too suffer from the wide-foot shoe syndrome, give Hitmars a shot, they just might be the answer to your foot prayers!
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