Gosh it's February already and I am way behind updating my blog. I meant to write just after Christmas then things happened and I never found the time to get stuck in! Time just seems to slip by so quickly and more so when you get older! Still here I am and I would like to wish you all a very belated happy New Year. That said, I will turn 75 this year and... um... well I just cannot find the answer as to where all the last 74 years have gone! Still I am blessed that I am still here to tell the tale (have I mentioned this before somewhere in this blog...). And, I have my darling grandsons who light up my life big time. Talking about grandsons, my son rang me this morning still full of cold which he developed over the past few days, and he sounded dreadful. His wife works weekends so he has the job of looking after their four sons. When I left him yesterday afternoon after he returned home from work, he looked under the weather....
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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