Got my rude shoes on…!!

Another week has passed, And what a week its Been, I’ve not felt the best in the last couple of weeks, so i,m running on a type of go slow, alternating between doing my normally daily tasks, then sloping back off to lay down and read my latest book addiction, (it works quite well for me, I don’t have that endless nagging voice going off on a rage at me for laying about, I achieve my daily goals, just at a much slower pace,(I find after several large mugs of coffee I can think almost clearly, (that is just an almost mind, thinking clearly has been essential or vital for moi) . It has rained off and on for nearly all week now, I’ve spent my time glaring up at the ever thickening black clouds, defying it to rain on my freshly washed, lavender scented line of laundry😁, .. luckily so far the monsoon deluges have seen fit to be obliging, waiting till evening for the clouds to burst open sending sheets of rain that bounce off the black tarmac road, there it forms mini rivulets, rushing down the slight incline carrying away any debris in its path.

As you are all more than aware by now, I am still on my frugal lifestyle kick, this has been one tough month though, I had far more out goings than I would have comfortably liked, although it couldn’t possibly be helped and I suppose in the grand scheme of things these months are going to happen to us all at some point in time.. Even though I know it’s justified, i still can’t help but find it troubling, One of the smaller expenditures was actually to be a necessity, (this of course doesnt help settle my other thinking wired up brain) but when every pair of shoes are increasingly hurting your feet, there little choice left but to address the matter

Recently I had seen these shoes, yes I know we all see shoes 😁, but these made me pause in mid scroll one afternoon, For a start off they had the most peculiar style, I have never seen anything like it in all my years,. firstly thinking this some kind of joke post on Facebook,But no, the shoes are called Barefoot shoes, (I’m no authority on the matter but originally I’m thinking they were in fact designed for beach wear, protecting your feet from pebbles, glass and sharp objects, the mesh like body dries quickly, but is also wonderfully cool in hot weather, it’s sole is thick durable and has an almost tyre like non slip pattern, allowing you to gain purchase on most surfaces, . It seems though that people loved wearing them so much that they didn’t want to take them off, . I can for one understand why now, I bought my first pair Sunday 😁,

They have more than lived up to my expectations, The only other shoes(well type of shoe I’ve had, that’s come anywhere near this is my fake Crocs,) On the whole though I can’t abide anything upon my feet, Shoes, trainers, slippers all hurting, I walk for the most part bare foot where and when it’s possible…It’s an EDS (Ehlers Danlos) thing, Shoes are just a blooming menace to us, necessary at times (but I don’t have to like em😁,. That is until now,. The cheapo knock off crocs I bought some three years back, had not only looked somewhat shabby, (but their thick fur lining that made them so very uber comfy, now I’m ashamed to admit it, but they stank to high heavens, I am in myself a very clean person, showering daily as a rule, but still this did not prevent the pungent pong ponging, .I had taken each morning to creeping up on them, from their hiding space under my bed., Deluging them daily with every scented industrial chemical known to man or beastie, In some vain attempt to rid them of their evil skunkiness,but alas every attempt at making them Rose scented failed dismally, Soooooo one afternoon after I could bare the thought of sulpherous gases following me about like some ancient faithful dog with terrible wind one second longer, I hit on a dastardly plan…

Well actually not just a plan but a back up😁, Plan A was to drown the offensive blooming things….ok stick them in a large of vat of disinfectant, weigh them down firmly, so they couldn’t crawl back out and leave them there at least a week 😁😳, . This I did only taking them out of their confines, on the best drying day, after tying them to the washing line where they swang merrily for two days I bought them back in…I brushed up the now snow white fur liner into its fluffy soft original state,. They I had to admit looked almost new…ok I’ve saved money once again I congratulate myself heartily…mmmm hmmm, that was until two days later..(it’s back!!!!!😳, yes the now even ranker skunk scent permeated the air with added vigour..now it stank with impunity, it stank of DAMP! skunk!😳, ….So straight into plan B…oh yes I wasn’t going to be defeated uh huh not me..(or is that actually defeeted😁,) Now this was personal, picking up a large pair of sharp Orange plastic handled scissors, (fully masked up) I was going to stab them,. Well no stop panicking folks, actually what plan B was in its simplicity was cut the blooming liner out….this was in fact so much easier in the planning stages, …

The Crocs fight back….

When I took the scissors to the first bit of liner, it seems all attempts to cut into it failed(who knew armour plated Crocs), try as I may I could not break through it to begin the cutting, (So taking one section of the scissor or is that still scissors ✂😳?) I quite literally stabbed at the fluff webbing, I could hear the psycho music as I wielded the shiny blade at the offending material, still it resisted me, instead of cutting through fluff, I somehow managed quite easily to slice through a finger😳, ..After taping my fingers back together, drinking a coffee, jumping on the crocs from a great height, (shouting die foul fiends), I decided this was it, …and I won….well I thought I did..finally the liner was out, tied up firmly into a trash bag after first being sprayed from a distance with neat bleach…I was masked also for this folks …Jubilation I can now go back to wearing my crocs once and for all,. I dance a happy dance, I flit about the room singing a victory song….it doesn’t last….

The rude shoes….

Next day to put out the laundry, I slip on the linerless Crocs, safe in the knowledge I’m not leaving a stench trail in my wake, I can almost skip outdoors to the laundry, gamble about the area, peg out my beautiful lavender scented clothes, smell the fresh summer air freely right?…..oh hell no!, Because as I walk out towards the clothes lines, there’s this strange noise, if I had to describe this I would say it’s like a slopping, slurping thing,, erm a sort of disgusting botty burping sound, …I look about me, fully expecting some poor soul with dreadful windy IBS to come walking along behind me…to my shock there’s not another living breathing soul anywhere in the general vicinity, no one, nada, nothing, what’s worse when I stand still, it infact stops😳, ceases, desists, no more, …I walk on and there it is again, only the further I walk the louder it becomes…now either I have a severe GI issue here that I need to see someone urgently about or something is very rather amiss, ….I stop again and silence….it dawns on me then suddenly it’s the revenge of the blooming crocs…they were having the last laugh😁, everywhere I walked the windy sound walked with me….at first I learnt to tolerate it, it wasn’t going to win right?, Then as I carried Jesse about in phone land one afternoon, I become ever more conscious of it…what if Jesse thought it was me?, I tried walking more slowly to no avail, picking up speed only makes it sound like I now had wind, but at Machine gun speeds,. Socks didn’t help, putting powder in neither, that just sent up plumes of talc out the backs, looking even more like gassy emittions floating in the air, or indeed smoke signals telling anyone passing, Jesse including look she’s got Gas…. (Nope couldn’t have it,Simply Can’t) wasn’t happening, I took off the offending shoes, throwing them straight outside in the dustbin then and there, only thing is I instantly felt guilty for the bin men…

So after this somewhat traumatic experience, I decided in a fit of pique, Treez hang the cost, buy a pair of these Bare foot thingies, did I tell you some of them have toes places in them, like toe gloves 😁, others like mine come in the outter shape of your feet, toe spaces inclusive, …I ordered them quickly before my thinking sensible head took over my itchy Amazon finger and banned me from the site…When they arrived the next day, in just a zip lock bag, that alone impressed me, not boxes in boxes, taped enough to hold on the crown jewels, but just an easy access bag…huh I like it….but what’s more from the moment I released the bare foots from their plastic confines, slipped them eagily upon my waiting feet..it was love, instant and no apologies made glorious love…not felt anything like it since meeting my man….😁

They are roomy round the toes, deliberately made much larger to allow your toes to space out, just the same as when you walk about shoeless, their lightweight, breathable, and cushion your walk, for the first time in years I forgot they were actually upon my feet, I’ve in fact read of people forgetting totally and going to bed in them😁, I for one can actually believe it, I left them on all day, another first😁, …I have been so impressed by them, I ordered a second pair, and now have decided that I will go on to order a third..some of the better names are truly expensive, I couldn’t touch those, but scroll on long enough and you will find bargains…just as good and what’s more as equally comfy, fabulous colours too, that don’t break the bank…Anyhow take care out there folks, where ever your hotfooting too, until next time frugally yours ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤👣👣👣👣👣👣👣👣👣