Among many other things, one of the apparently permanent changes pregnancy has left me with is bigger feet. Not wider feet, mind you, but longer feet. How this happened, I have no idea. All I know is, none of my old footwear fits anymore, including the brand new pair of boots I bought last winter. Ask me how I found this out. Go ahead, ask.
Yeah, see, it snowed today. Real snow, that stuck to the ground. And I thought, well, boots are always a bit big, right? So they should still fit, they just won’t be as big. Nuh-uh. The walk to and from the mailbox at the end of my driveway was rather painful. But my choices are those or the Birkenstock clogs I bought while I was pregnant and desperate for footwear – unfortunately, those won’t work for the snow.
So guess who’s going boot shopping this week? I hate shoe shopping almost as much as I hate bra shopping. Both leave me thinking mean and evil thoughts about the people who design these things – obviously not women – and feeling quite awful about myself, because I can never find anything that fits.