Since bleating on about how important it is to take care of your feet...to make sure you buff them, moisturise them, give them a little pedicure etc I have committed the ultimate crime against my own poor little pair.
Taking full advantage of the beautiful weather we had down in the South of England yesterday, I decided to wear a pair of sandals to walk into town to meet The Resident's lovely Health and Lifestyle journalist Julia, but, as I was in a bit of a rush, I grabbed the closest pair to hand that would go with my outfit (a cheap pair I bought from Tesco when the strap on my old pair broke mid food-shop).
A word of warning:
NEVER WEAR CHEAP SHOES WHEN YOU HAVE TO WALK LONG DISTANCES.
I give you Exhibit 1: The Cheap Shoe.
This sandal and it's accomplice (the other sandal) are guilty of giving me THE WORST blisters (on the soles and heels of both feet) ever. The walk to town is about 40 minutes and by the time I had arrived I was in agony and had to dive straight into Boots to pick up a packet of blister plasters. Not being blessed with much money at the moment, I opted for the Boots own variety, which, although you don't get very many (5) for £3.99, are usually pretty good on the backs of your heels as they create a thin skin-like barrier between your feet and the shoe.
Unfortunately not even these old faithfuls were equipped to deal with the sheer friction created by sweaty feet and cheap shoes and they soon rubbed off causing the blisters to pop and me to hobble all the way home from town with open wounds. I'm sorry to harp on about this (as I appreciate that it's a pretty gross topic and a far cry from giving a review on beauty products) but it might save someone else from making the same mistake :S
WOW it was uncomfortable in the extreme, only made worse by the fact I had to travel all the way to Watford on various trains and tubes to go clubbing for a friend's leaving party before she heads off to Madagascar next week for a few months! I genuinely considered ringing her and explaining (through tears of self-pity) that I simply couldn't walk let alone commute and dance all evening...but I powered on...surely I get a huge amount of friend points for that ;) ?
I am back home now and bed-ridden with an open wound on each foot the size of a fifty pence piece. I was tempted to post a pic, but it's just naaaaaasty so I won't.
I shouldn't have been wearing gladiator sandals anyway... it's all about the dressy anklet-flat this season ;) so it serves me right. Plus I have now realised that you can be guilty of taking too much care of your feet, as the underneath becomes prone to blisters if you don't allow it to toughen up a little before wearing shoes without woolly socks or tights. My advice would be to ALWAYS carry around blisters plasters and maybe a pair of Scholl's Party Feet if you're going to whack out the sandals soon. Oh, that and, don't buy cheapy shoes from Tesco if you can possibly avoid it...!!
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