Shoe story

Yes, I admit - in typical girly fashion - I'm a bit of a shoe addict. When I'm not wearing them or collecting them, I'm admiring them.  I started young and being of diminutive stature, heels always had an allure.

I still recall many of my early favourites, even though they've long been buried in the shoe cemetry.  Turquoise snakeskin courts; hot pink-and-black two-tone; burgundy platforms were all amongst my earliest heroes.  Sadly, I have a (small-ish) bunion on my right foot in testament to their memory but my worst and most recent damage has been caused by high wooden wedges...

Did you see Balmain designer, Pierre Hardy's peep-toe fabric wedges, created for Gap this year?  Cute and a great bargain in the sales. I succumbed and yesterday saw my downfall... In typical fashion (for me) on one of my regular long(-ish) walks I almost toppled on an uneven paving slab, twisting my right foot.  

Typically stubborn, I continued on my way and walked  and walked for almost four hours (I know!)... By the time I was close to home yesterday evening, I could barely move.  When I removed the culprit wedge, it was painful to put my right foot down, at all.  I iced the painful area, applied soothing gels and then remembered my stash of 30c arnica.  Throughout the night I took several doses and wow! today my foot works and no more swelling!  Although I experienced a strong tingling and itchy reaction to the pilules  - kept me awake for most of the night...

Lesson learnt?  Until the next time, perhaps, although I have thrown the shoes out.  I considered  donating them to charity but decided it wouldn't be the kindest move to subject someone else to the same potential downfall...