At this very moment I am wearing my old, beat-up tennis shoes/sneakers/dirty mess. So, you say, what’s so flipping great that Cheryel’s wearing shoes? Because, my good friends, other than my house shoes, I have had a pair of shoes on exactly twice in the last week or so. I had to go out, so I pulled out some soft shoes that were a little big on me, slapped lots of padding on my toe, opened the laces as wide as I could, and bravely shoved my foot in there while saying words I hope you never hear me say.
The problem was that I had an issue with a joint on my big toe. Let’s just say it was literally ugly for a while.
Have a great day!