Yesterday, I was looking at a catalog that contains therapeutic socks.
Not just looking at it, but seriously considering the purchase of compression hose because, good gracious, I’m almost 40 and after cooking up lunch for hundreds of kids, my dogs are really barking. So are my spider veins.
I went to a night club the other night with some friends and I wore a sequined sweater…and tennis shoes. At one point, I had to step off the dance floor so I could clean my glasses. Mmm hmm…go ahead and picture all of that hotness.
The bonus? None of the skeevy men in the club hit on me. Though, there was that elderly guy with the motorized cart who asked me if I was single. I thought about saying yes just so I could get a ride back to my hotel room. Note to self: If you’re going to be walking a lot, don’t forget your orthotics. Or, a scooter helmet.
But even though I paid for dancing at that nightclub with bruises to my shins and calf muscles strained so hard that it shocked me, I didn’t let it stop me from shaking my groove thing and having a whole lot of fun.
And, if that makes me consider support hose, then bring on the nylons.