I stared at the shoes in the shop window for months – 9 to be precise.
Then finally they came home with me – long awaited and much loved.
So much so I sat up for hours on end just gazing at them, sitting peacefully on top of their box.
I knew we’d have a lifelong relationship.
Even my husband was in awe of them. The way they looked, the way they smelled.
I put the shoes on and they were incredible, but man – they hurt.
They made my feet sore and they rubbed.
Sometimes so much I cried.
I didn’t quite know how to walk in them for the first few weeks.
Sometimes I felt I wasn’t good enough to wear them.
Every step I took felt new, and different.
Then one day I realised they didn’t feel odd anymore.
I became more confident wearing them and some days I felt as if I’d worn them all my life.
They no longer rubbed and the blisters healed.
I rarely left the house without them and the days that I did felt liberating and then, well – just a bit weird.
But sometimes – the shoes need re-heeling.
Or a bit falls off the sole.
Occasionally the leather feels a little tired and worn.
It’s OK though, it is just a blip.
Nothing a good repairers can’t fix.
Some days I find myself craving a different pair of shoes, and that’s fine.
But I always go back to THE shoes.
Because they’re the ones that really fit me now.
They’re the ones I walk in every day,
And will do, for all my days.