NewFNP is in a bit of a pickle.
Monday, October 20, 2008
You see, newFNP really values cute shoes. But her plantar fasciitis is killing her. And delicious though her sweet J. Crew Liv flats might be, they offer her no support at clinic. And for the love of Pete, she can't wear her Cole Haan/Nike numbers each and every day!
So newFNP has been doing some thinking. A long-articulated goal is a life of physical activity. Sure, she tore her ACL and has a knee chock-a-block full of arthritis. No worries - she'll just stay out of the snowboarding jump parks and enjoy the serenity of the smooth, long runs and maybe just take a little hop here and there. And, yes, it's true that her mid-tibial tendinitis did get so severe that her physical therapist threatened to put her in the boot. As if. OK - so she has sacrificed her running and would now be hard pressed to run a mile although, truth be told, she hasn't recently tired. But she wants to, goddammit, how she wants to! And now with the fucking plantar fasciitis.
Well, she's thinking of returning to the supportive arches of the Dansko clog. Oh sweet Jesus, she feels a pang of sartorial resignation in even thinking it. But BostonFNP wears them and looks so smart. Dr. Dual-Ivy-League-Degrees looks cute as a button in hers.
But newFNP will just feel like a big frump. This is why newFNP is totally pathetic. Who gives a fuck if she looks Dutch frumpy at work? Only newFNP cares about that. But she might just buy those fuckers anyway because she does not want bunions or plantar fasciitis or heel spurs or any of their associated surgical or aesthetic sequelae.
If she goes with the patent leather option, that could be cute. Right? Maybe even with a new pair of AG jeans, right?