Colouring In Again

I had great fun colouring in again the other day – I’d had a busy few days on my feet so chose to rest by having a quiet afternoon relaxing on the sofa instead, and here is the result! 🙂

View from the Bus

I found myself on a double decker bus the other day rather than the usual single decker, so I sat right at the front for the 30-minute journey and took some images of the views outside on my phone camera. Not the brightest weather, but then it is autumn in the the North of Scotland, so here I am on the bus (wearing my mask, as is still legally required on public transport here in Scotland) and the best of my rural landscape shots taken along the A96 main road travelling from Ardersier to Inverness 🙂

After the Rain

Sorry it’s not a better image of the raindrops on the bus top deck front window and the sun shimmering on the wet road at the bus stop outside Inverness Airport the other day – I only had my phone with me, an it’s really not a great camera in dodgy light, but I kind of like the moody, broody atmosphere created in this shot 🙂

Fandango’s One Word Challenge: Better

Body Parts

OK, so Linda wants us to blog about body parts for this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday… But which body parts should I write about?

What about my monkey-mind tangental brain, thinking myriad random ramblings 24hrs a day?

Or my vulnerable heart, sensitive and scarred, permanently open to both hurt and hope? And love, of course, don’t forget to include the love… ❤

Maybe I could focus on my eyes, ears, nose, mouth, skin – the physical touchy-feely sensational parts of me?

But I have to say the body parts foremost in my consciousness right now are the bits that are failing and slowing and seizing up – so in particular my right hip that is currently paining me night and day, internally screaming like a silent rusty hinge as I wait patiently for an appointment for an X-Ray to see what the joint damage might be… And ooh look, that means I can use this post for Fandango’s One Word Challenge too – result! 🙂

Finding My Feet…

To be honest I’ve never really found it easy to find shoes that fit comfortably but I’ve usually had fun trying on plenty of potentially promising contenders over the years, even though our perfunctory podiatric interactions regularly result in discarded dreams and disappointments all round.

I’m like a bare-foot Cinderella in reverse in the sense that it’s me going round every shoe store in the kingdom asking ‘Does this shoe fit? Nope’… Does this shoe fit? Nope’… Even shoes in my ‘correct’ size are often too tight or too unforgivingly stiff or in some other way just too wrongly shaped for my feet… Without the benefit of finding a magical store called ‘Glass Slippers R Us’, shoe-shopping for me has often been an insurmountable quest with questionable success.

My UK size 4 feet are technically short enough to fit into the bigger sizes of kids’ shoes, and when I was younger this sometimes proved to be a far better option for me than shopping in the women’s section. But nowadays although my heels are still narrow I have rather a high instep and a steadily-broadening middle-aged midfoot, and when I’m walking my toes far prefer to splay out comfortably rather than be crumpled into a too-tight ill-fitting toe-box, so sadly the days of me finding kids’ shoes that meet my specific criteria are long gone.

Mind you nowadays as even the smaller sizes of adult women’s shoes can be far too narrow for me I often find myself either searching out so-called ‘wide-fit’ designs or alternatively buying a whole size bigger in an attempt to accommodate the specific spatial needs of my fussy feet. And on top of all of the frustration of slim-line form-over-function design derailing the whole process for me, the painful pull of plantar fasciitis has created additional restrictive requirements in my futile search for the perfectly fitting shoe – namely good insole cushioning, proper arch support, and neither too high nor too low a heel.

And now it seems I also have to start to accommodate the needs of an increasingly arthritic hip when considering my footwear choices on into the future, although to be fair what works best for my plantar fasciitis also works best for my dodgy hip as long as the resulting shoe is reasonably lightweight too. Fashionable trends – not that I’ve ever been a dedicated follower of fashion in footwear or any other wear for that matter – have necessarily taken a complete back seat in my recent deliberations and decision-making.

Nowadays I simply wear whatever fits that I can walk in comfortably that doesn’t offend the eye. Still, I might not be in the slightest young and trendy any more but I don’t necessarily want all my shoes to be boringly bland – where’s the fun in that? Maintaining mobility may matter more than anything else but I’d still prefer funky over frumpy footwear any day. So I’ve got a sneaky suspicion that all things considered, finding my feet when it comes to choosing comfortable footwear that looks good too might take me even longer than before to get right… Sigh… Good job I like a challenge!

If…

If… Such a small word, such big consequences… It can suggest an infinite expanse of hope shimmering on the horizon, heralding the promise of better things for the future. Or it can sew the seditious seeds of doubt that can grow malevolently into a dark and twisted bitterness that sours the soul…

Stream of Consciousness Saturday: If