Iain
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I remember when my mother took me to get my first pair of School shoes, aged 11/12, and I picked out the most outlandish ones.They had pointed toes, a zip and buckles that fastened over the zip. The metal on the buckles and the heel made a sound when you moved, like a gunslinger at noon. "You want those?" I didn't care about the rest of the world when I was in those shoes! Of course, I would soon get with the program and live in the glib "trainer." My first pair of those were Rebok and they were comparatively expensive to the homogeneous basketball trainer that went before.
I guess my sweaty old work boots aren't a hit. Sometimes I wonder what is wrong with other people.
I guess my sweaty old work boots aren't a hit. Sometimes I wonder what is wrong with other people.
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) is in the wrong place and painfully sticks into the foot. One is left to walk like a Chaplin character while grimacing like a chimpanzee.
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It's actually not funny. I'm sorry to hear that. I know that it does take some wearing to get your personal footprint indented into Birks. I've had mine for many years and new ones suck. It's important to get the right size and the right width. Or maybe you have strange feet. That's a possibility.
I'm still too lazy to get up off my ass and take a pic of my black work shoes.
I'm still too lazy to get up off my ass and take a pic of my black work shoes.
Iain
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Coincedently, I was grimacing like a chimpanzee behind the mask at that. 
Speaking of feet. I drew some toes the other day. They look like they are coming through our letter box. The box has bristles or something to stop people posting shit, both literally and metaphorically. Hardly a deterrent.
"I will not abide another toe!"
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The caption came later And to think, I have all five toes. All I had to do was count them.
Let's just say I'm a 'right-brained" person, discard any misgivings we might have over that theory and silently move on, thankful we have all of our digits intact and no longer need them to count our blessings or anything...
Well, you don't.
Left-brained.
Right-brained.
Hair-brained.
And to think, I have all five toes. All I had to do was count them.Let's just say I'm a 'right-brained" person, discard any misgivings we might have over that theory and silently move on, thankful we have all of our digits intact and no longer need them to count our blessings or anything...
Well, you don't.
Left-brained.
Right-brained.
Hair-brained.
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I'm afraid I fall into the last category.The caption came later
Left-brained.
Right-brained.
Hair-brained.
Or maybe scatter-brained.
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On second thoughts...
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As far as boots go, I have a pair of steel toed ones but find them heavy as I am starting to wobble a little in my old age. I prefer crocs with wool socks, you know?
My cowboy friend gave me a pair of mukluks for Christmas a few years ago. I haven’t been able to wear them, I keep seeing the rabbits. It a no go!
My cowboy friend gave me a pair of mukluks for Christmas a few years ago. I haven’t been able to wear them, I keep seeing the rabbits. It a no go!
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I cannot wear crocs without socks. It doesn't feel good. As a kid, wool and even the starchy school shirts would torment me simply by being next to my skin. It was interesting to note that that is a relatively common concern of people with autism.
Cowboy boots. I remember emerging from an Edinburgh pub wearing Western style boots and having to negotiate a granite cobblestone slope that was covered in ice. I was in my early thirties and, in that moment, considered tacklng the slope on my backside. I don't know how I made it down. My dignity must have been in tatters.
Cowboy boots. I remember emerging from an Edinburgh pub wearing Western style boots and having to negotiate a granite cobblestone slope that was covered in ice. I was in my early thirties and, in that moment, considered tacklng the slope on my backside. I don't know how I made it down. My dignity must have been in tatters.
