It started many months ago. All I wanted was a bit of paint to touch up the skirting boards in the house, a simple task. However, one tin of white paint seemed to cost a fortune in the local hardware shop. Hesitating at the astronomical cost, I spotted a tiny tube of tester paint. This particular tester had a kind of sponge dispenser on the top. It meant you could squeeze the paint out onto the skirting boards directly without the need for paintbrushes and had possibly just enough paint to do all the skirting boards removing all the unsightly stains.
As with all such hardware purchases, the leftover tube ended underneath the kitchen sink. After six months I purchased a pair of shoes for my mum. She needs to have wedge heels, with shoelaces and light colours, they also need to be soft and comfortable. The shoes when they arrived were a kind of dirty beige colour. This was disappointing but even more upsetting was the fact that they were far too small for my mum despite being her size! These shoes ended up in the back of the cupboard in the bedroom, one of my least successful purchases. Roll on yet another six months and I purchased on the Internet a shoe stretcher. I never knew such things existed. This one had rave reviews and when it arrived met all my expectations.
Feet change shape over the years and this stretcher could account for bunions, corns etc. You just screw it tightly and leave the shoe overnight and by the next day, the shoe fits like a glove. I spent a happy few weeks altering every shoe I could lay my hands on in the house. It looks like a torture device but actually removes pain instead of inflicting it. I was delighted with this purchase and wondered why I never knew such things existed!
Of course, the yucky beige shoes were stretched and thankfully fit my mum for quite a while. But she never got used to the yucky colour and for some reason when they got wet, they looked as if they were suede covered in greasy oil stains. She stopped wearing them and I stretched them some more until they fit me. They were light and comfortable but looked horrid. I wore them anyway after all waste not, want not. Finally, this week I decided to change their colour once and for all. I was determined not to spend any more money on these stupid cheap shoes. Thankfully, I remembered the skirting board paint tester and used it on the shoes. Don’t judge me! I guess using house paint on shoes is not a good idea but I have reached that age where frankly, am I bothered? The paint is beginning to crack a little but I am pretty pleased with the whole affair.
There is joy in reaching an age when
1. There is no one to stop you from crazy ideas
2. You get to mess up and move on
3. Success is in the moment not some time in the future
4. You don’t give up on your mistakes you just reverse up and drive over them again
