One Decade of Pretty Shoes by
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Best. Shoes. Ever. No, not the featured photo, which shows my best shoes in the present. I no longer have my best shoes ever. They were a pair of snakeskin pumps, from Italy, with notched open toes and slender heels, dyed in patches of blue, violet, and green, some of my favorite clothing colors. Sexy, yes, but in a classy way. Expensive for a single-income freelancer at the time, yet remarkably comfortable and rugged. When I put them on, I stood almost 5’9″, an asset when I had to deal with men in business. I wore those pumps for years, during my “pretty shoe decade,” my 30s. Before and after that, a very different story.

No Buster Browns, Keds, or Thom McCanns for me. Just, ugh, saddle shoes ...

Saddled at first

As a child, I had what were called “bad feet, “weak ankles,” and the like. Adults clucked their tongues and shook their heads at my slender feet and delicate toes. “Have her go barefoot,” the doctor told my mother, who was horrified. “No, never let her go barefoot,” others said. Most kids’ shoes didn’t fit. Either my feet swam in them or I walked right out of them. No Buster Browns, Keds, or Thom McCanns for me. Just, ugh, saddle shoes, brown and white with laces. No one but the girls who went to Our Lady of the Lake parochial school wore them!

By middle school I began to rebel, and finally found a pair of penny loafers (and did put pennies in them) that I could wear with very thick socks holding them on. In high school, I managed with boots and Mary Janes, and by college in the counterculture era, with sneakers and sandals. In my early 20s, life was still casual. For my first real job, which was in a dangerous part of Oakland, I wore jeans, carried a backpack rather than a purse, and laced my hiking boots tightly. For my next job in San Francisco, I had to walk 15 minutes from the bus terminal to the office, so I kept shoes as practical as I could.

The Italian revelation

Shortly before I turned 30, I discovered beautiful shoes from Italy. Not only stylish, but they actually fit! I could get them in 7-1/2 AAA or 8 AA and they were comfortable. By this time I’d given up impact sports, my feet feeling “delicate,” so no stiletto heels or pointed toes. I chose carefully because of the prices, but really enjoyed being fashionable, especially in my best shoes ever.

A catastrophic crash

A few months before I turned 40, early one morning I padded out on my driveway, barefoot, to pick up the newspaper. I felt a sharp pain under the ball of my foot and thought I must have stepped on a twig. That night my foot swelled, and the pain was severe. When I broke down and went to the doctor after a few days of limping, he told me to wear good shoes for a few days–nothing apparently wrong. The pain got worse, and I couldn’t move my toes. The second doctor shrugged and told me he didn’t know what was wrong, but I could have nerve damage and probably wouldn’t walk normally again. His advice was to get a cane.

After 10 days, panic set in, but in a miraculous coincidence my then husband, a competitive middle distance runner, was pals with Dr. Saxena, an acclaimed sports medicine podiatrist. The following day I was in his office and had a diagnosis, both the acute problem and the root cause. I’d stress fractured a tiny sesamoid bone under my middle toes, which had displaced and cut ligaments and nerves. “It’s lucky you came in when you did,” Dr. Saxena explained, “because in another couple of days the nerves would have been completely dead and you’d have lost the use of your leg below the knee.” He then showed me the x ray, full of little bumps on the bones, indicating a long history of other stress fractures that I hadn’t even felt.

The root cause? A hereditary, congenital, degenerative malformation of the sesamoid bones, the worst Dr. Saxena had ever seen. The next months were filled with rehab with June, my wonderful physical therapist, including tissue massage so painful that it was like childbirth every time, and nerve patterning exercises twice a day to rebuild the lost connections from my brain to my foot. My walking would never be totally normal, but I could gain the appearance of a natural gait. After I completed the rehab, June told me that 90% of the people would have given up and gotten the cane.

My first shoes during and after the rehab made me look like a mail carrier: size 9 medium, with ties and/or straps, very incongruous given my slim ankles. They needed to accommodate my still swollen foot and my custom designed orthotics from Dr. Saxena, which I would need to wear for life to protect both feet from future fractures. About a year later, we moved, and it was time to accept the inevitable. I gave away all my Italian pumps, including my best shoes ever.

Making peace with my feet

The first couple of years after my rehab were challenging for finding shoes that looked remotely normal. Athletic shoes were fine, but dressy shoes were another matter. Occasionally I’d luck out with Mary Janes, and I was allowed a heel of 1-1/2 inches. My feet were now an 8-1/2 narrow, but the shoes needed wide toes to fit the orthotics, and a very narrow heel so that they would stay on. I soon learned to avoid department stores, where the salespeople snickered at me, and stick with specialty shops, where the people were more knowledgeable and had empathy.

I’ve evolved a shoe shopping strategy that entails stopping off at a few shops every couple of months (before COVID) and now in addition scouting for possibilities on their online stores. If I find shoes that work after I try them on in person, I buy them immediately, whatever the price, because if I don’t, they will be gone. Should I find anything in a distinctive color (other than black or brown), that’s an incredible bonus. I keep shoes for a long time.

The bright side

The good news is that shoe options have improved somewhat because many baby boomer women have abandoned their high heels, and there is a growing market for shoes that are attractive but healthier for the feet, like those in the featured image. Also, I learned a lot about men from this experience, because a couple of years after the “crash” I was divorced and starting dating. At dances and dinners, meeting strangers, I couldn’t wear the sexiest shoes, although I did the best I could. It became easy to weed out the jerks who made nasty comments about my shoes without asking why they were different. I found out a lot about a man’s character and priorities.

Finally, my bare feet are really pretty, with straight toes the way nature intended, and no bunions, callouses, and other annoyances, because I have to wear shoes that don’t deform my feet. I may have missed the Manolos, but my feet, with help from orthotics and good shoes, should carry me well into the next decade.

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I have recently retired from a marketing and technical writing and editing career and am thoroughly enjoying writing for myself and others.

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  1. Betsy Pfau says:

    Remarkable story, Marian. I hate that first doctor for dismissing your pain and not giving you a proper diagnosis. I do find it amazing that almost all of us wore saddle shoes with some sort of arch support. Was it just the times in which we grew up?

    But back to the pain in your foot – during my first toe operation, exactly 6 years ago, in addition to removing an arthritic joint, the doctor also removed a sesamoid bone under the first and second toe (it is now the second toe with the problem). I confess, nothing every felt quite right after. I cannot imagine the pain you felt, having all those tiny fractures in there, and needing to rehab it over time. I am so glad you got it properly diagnosed, treated and can find a decent shoe to wear. Fashion be damned, comfort is so much more important. Walk on, sister.

  2. Ah, Mare … I can just imagine those beautiful snakeskin pumps on your beautiful feet … the Italians really know how to make a sexy shoe! But your current best shoes are adorable as well!

    Those jerks (I’ll say!) who made those nasty comments about your shoes were beyond clueless, because eventually the women who consistently wear the types of shoes they find sexy may just end up with malformed feet because of it β€” not a pretty sight. My mother wore high heels for most of her life, including at home…very Donna Reed. It did not serve her well in her later years … her feet were a mess and it made walking precarious.

    Like you, I have slender feet and because I’ve rarely subjected them to uncomfortable shoes, they’re bunion- and callous-free, and I go barefoot or wear flip-flops as often as I can get away with.

  3. Suzy says:

    Oh Marian, what a story! I love the way you have divided it into chapters, with clever names that tell the reader in an amusing fashion what is coming next. And what a saga you have had with shoes!

    I’m shocked (but not surprised) by two anecdotes, the doctors who dismissed your pain either as no big deal or as untreatable, and the guys who made nasty comments about your shoes. Good for you for finding a better doctor, and for recognizing what the nasty comments said about the character of the commenters.

    Glad you have found good shoes for the present, like the ones in the picture, and that your bare feet are so pretty.

    • Marian says:

      Thanks, Suzy. I agree, it’s not surprising that I stumped the first two doctors. Dr. Saxena had to look at my x ray with a magnifying glass to see the fractures. He said this injury happens to pro football players, if you can believe it, but their feet are many times the size of mine! It’s also not surprising, given the emphasis men place on our appearances, that some made nasty comments. Fortunately I met many nice ones who paid attention to my other attributes, both physical and mental.

  4. Oh Marian, so sorry for all the pain but glad you’re now back on two feet! (ouch!)

    My mother had flat feet and always wore what I thought were ugly shoes – back then I believe all orthopedic shoes were pretty unattractive.
    But she never seemed to mind, she cared little for fashion, but I remember as a teenager I was embarrassed for her – thoughtless kid that I was!

  5. John Shutkin says:

    Marian, like Betsy, you have written about the painful collateral aspect of shoe stories: serious foot problems. I am glad that you were finally able to get an accurate diagnosis to your problem. And also glad that, in a “making lemonade out of lemons” sort of way, your necessary shoe choices have led to a good way of judging men’s character, or lack thereof.

    Anyhow, I found this story fascinating. Like Suzy, I enjoyed the chapter organization. And I was also amused that for you, as for other women writers on this prompt, wearing penny loafers was an act of semi-rebellion at the time.

    • Marian says:

      Thanks, John. I think the powers that be, particularly moms, had a very narrow idea about appropriate footwear for their daughters. Penny loafers were just too unconstrained for them. Especially since the moms were constrained by those horrid hurdles.

  6. Laurie Levy says:

    Isn’t it sad the most women’s shoes are more about appearance than function, Marian? Your journey to find shoes that are decent looking but don’t harm your feet is a familiar one. I have been on it as well. One good side effect of the pandemic — no need to dress up or worry about wearing shoes that are uncomfortable. Sandals and Skechers will do.

    • Marian says:

      One advantage of Covid is the way we can wear any shoes we want, Laurie. I will often put on a nice “Zoom” top and then wear jeans and my New Balance running shoes. Good luck on the shoe journey. It never ends.

  7. Risa Nye says:

    Marian, I’m so sympathetic about the Best. Shoes. Ever. They belong to another time, but at least you have your memories! What an ordeal you went through! Sheesh. As others have pointed out, these days the shoes we wear are strictly for comfort. Out of camera range, who cares what’s on your feet?! Thanks for sharing this story!

  8. This is a compelling story that held my interest from start to finish. I think the headings were a very nice touch in keeping me informed of what the focus of each section was going to be.

  9. Mister Ed says:

    Great story, Marian. I can really feel for what you went through, and hope I never have to. Discerning the character of men who commented on your feet was illuminating. We reveal ourselves in many ways.

  10. Engaging story. Well written. Lots to identify with;-)

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