As the weather gets nicer, it can only mean one thing:
It’s time for me to develop what I call my ‘sandal calluses’.
Of course, in order for these to form, I have to endure the most awful blisters you’ve ever seen in your life. Because apparently I have the most paper-thin foot skin of any human being on the planet. Seriously. I have had these sandals for THREE. YEARS. I wear them dancing. I wear them while walking around the mall, or the park, or basically anywhere. But at the start of every season (it happens when I go back to winter shoes, too) I get blisters from them.
And new shoes? Don’t even get me started on new shoes. I have been known to get blisters after walking half a damn block.
Now before you start with me, know this: I do wear the correct size shoes. I don’t wear 4 inch stillettos. After a few wearings, my shoes are perfectly comfortable and I won’t get blisters anymore. Also, if you get blisters like I do? You need to buy these. Totally worth the wallet-gouging price.
Clearly this proves my theory that I am a delicate precious flower who deserves to have her every whim catered to.