PROGRAM NOTE: HAIKU MONDAY IS AT TROLLSTROLL: Topic is BIRTH.
I wuz gonna write about French Abbeys. But I'm not.
Not now. Later, mebbe. I'se headed to La Belle, an' when I go I stay in convents an' monasteries wherever possible. I have stayed here:
Abbaye Ste. Cecile
And visited here:
In case youse curious about prior wanderin' in backwoods France,
peek at this 2009 trip .
Thang is, these villages (an even Paris) have cobblestone streets. I'll spare y'all the description of mah crippled feet from prior sojourns. Jes' lemme whine a bit about the utter lack of really pretty shoes in the comfort category. All comfort shoes look like somethin' tubby old nurses wear.
As y'all know--I'se made a study of what folks on the go wear on their feet.
I used to be vain. ( I know, youse shocked) Wore them stilettos until I hobbled like
Ming Soo Chow. Then I went to lower pumps wif' a pair of flats in mah purse fer
relief. The koolest thang about ole age is --who cares what's on yore feet?
Enough to say that I'se HAPPY that ballet flats are IN this year. That'll do it fer about an hour. Ballet flats doan have no support, no sole to speak of--but wait!!
Now the ugly hip sandal folks, Keens, makes a Ballet flat of they own. Sorta. Jes' think of a ballet flat on a tractor tread. Tres comfort. Marginally less clunky than Danskos. They even come in Mary Jane's. (Ain't ready fer that ...yet.)
But--groan, they tip up at the toes like elf shoes!
The worst thang out thar' (other than crocs) is anythang labeled "fashion comfort." Louboutins they're not. Sigh. The really good choice is an expensive Italian ponyskin loafer, but the only color is midnight blue. Whas' wrong wif' grey or chocolate? Blue?? Whew, I'se saved from brusin' the budget.
P.S. I still has a camera issue--the palm size Nikon ain't what I'd hoped, but it do zoom an' zoom.