Spring is in the air and Easter is just a few weeks away! I offer my humble apologies yet again for not updating my blog, but my eyes decided that they would refrain from giving me full sight after I had a multiple bleed at the back of my right eye, very scary, everything was blurry and still is to a point, but I am learning to focus better. Last Thursday (19th March), I had my first eye injection, the procedure was okay and painless, my eye was numbed for the injection. I have to say it was very uncomfortable once the numbing had worn off. Still next injection; there are 3 of them, I have got supplies of eye gel and stronger pain killers. However, the following day was really good, it was just a few hours of discomfort and worth it in the hope I will regain complete sight in my eye again. I see the Easter egg advertising is in full swing. My grandsons prefer I give them money they are not too fussed about having loads of chocolate...
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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