Recently I had to purchase shoes. I’ve always loved shoes and clothing, and I feel creative when I select an outfit that reflects who I am. Also, I simply feel better when wearing an outfit that feels like me.
Shoes are a big part of that. I remember breaking into my mom’s closet and wearing her pointy-toed, high-heeled, crocodile shoes. Many people today consider wearing crocodiles unethical and unnecessary. In defense of my mom, it was the ’60s when I was tottering around in them, and she’d gotten them in the ’50s. I don’t remember her wearing the shoes, though; I think she kept them because she liked them and they cost a lot of money.
My go-to shoes have always been Converse high-tops. I love them. I got my first pair in the mid-’80s when I was in college. They’ve been comfortable, and the high-top gives me extra ankle support that makes me feel more confident when transferring from my wheelchair to another seat.
Not only did they work well for me, but I think they look supercool. These days there’s a way to customize your shoes through the Converse website. The most recent pair I bought were customized with embroidered flowers and a stripe that says “cure FA,” referring to Friedreich’s ataxia, the disease I have.
The shoes I loved don’t work anymore
Several months ago, I wore them on a flight to Las Vegas, part of a vacation to Vegas and the Grand Canyon.
I need to preface this story by saying that both of my big toes are hammer toes, which are a symptom of FA. Consequently, I get calluses on my big toes because they’re constantly hitting the tops of my shoes. These can hurt, especially on my right foot, where I sometimes get blisters. Converse high-tops had been working for me for at least 40 years.
On that flight to Vegas, however, my feet were in a lot of pain, to the point where I had to take off my right shoe. Luckily for me, my Crocs, which I always wear in the shower and take everywhere, were in the carry-on backpack of my husband, Dave, because they wouldn’t fit in my luggage. (Did I mention I love clothes?) I stuck on the right Croc. That relieved the pain and made me feel somewhat normal, in that I had shoes on in public.
I realized that the Converse I’d bought and planned to wear as my main shoes on the trip weren’t going to work. To prevent myself from being miserable the whole time, I needed to replace them. The other pair of shoes I’d brought were dress booties, which weren’t suitable for our planned sightseeing.
I dragged Dave around to multiple stores in search of sneakers. He was a trooper because he hates shopping. I thought low-top Vans would fit my criteria of being cute and comfortable. I tried on multiple cute pairs, but unfortunately, they weren’t comfortable.
I still love and have been wearing the Vans, but they’re joined by some new Rocket Dogs that are high-tops with a box for the big toe that accommodates my hammer toes. They also have a zipper, making them easy to get on and off.
My shoe quest reminds me of the old Nike ad featuring Michael Jordan and Spike Lee as the fictional Mars Blackmon, who says, “It’s gotta be the shoes!”
Shoe shopping with FA is a pain, but loving my outfit is worth the effort.
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