Purchases!

Thanks to FrugalScholar‘s mention in a comment, several moons ago, of the online store Footprints, I found a source of shoes from the original maker of Dansko shoes, which back in the day were the original, authentic pain-frees.

Dansko used to make the classic nurse’s clog—truly an ugly clunker and laughingstock of the modish set, until styles changed and suddenly young women would bounce up to us gimpy old dinosaurs and ask where we got the great shoes. My feet won’t tolerate normal women’s shoes, and, not being much of a believer in the adage that beauty knows no pain (far as I’m concerned, if you have to hurt to be pretty, I’ll keep on being homely, thank you), I’ve worn Birkenstocks, Mephistos, Naots, and Danskos for years.

Mephistos are now priced well beyond the reach of sanity, so they’re out. About three years ago I induced a roaring case of Achilles tendinitis by traipsing around in a pair of Earth Shoes, whose negative heels are bad for your feet and legs, the manufacturer’s health-storesy ad campaigns to the contrary. Since then, I haven’t been able to wear Birkies or Birkenstock knock-offs, which pretty much lets out most styles in Mephisto and Naot. Dansko changed hands a few years ago, and in the new regime sizing changed so the shoes no longer fit well, and quality dropped so noticeably that some people think the manufacturing was outsourced to China.

Sooo…. That doesn’t leave an awful lot of choice. Like, none?

Thus it’s been a while since I’ve bought any shoes, and, needless to say, most of my clodhoppers are wearing out. I really, really need new shoes, and since the tendinitis recently flared up again, I need a decent-looking pair of pain-frees with a strap or open back that will not put pressure on the back of my ankle, which just now hurts quite a lot.

Fortunately, Sanita, the original makers of Dansko, has quietly continued to manufacture the same kind of shoes. These still fit, still are made to last a lifetime, and still look…well, good enough for nurses and dinosaurs. Some of the styles, actually, are pretty cute. These “Freya” sandals, for example, are not too hideous. They look quite very much like a pair of original Danskos I wore until they dissolved into shreds, come to think of it.

Also much needed were a pair of strappy sandals for this summer, preferably in brown. And lo, what should come up on the Footprints site but a model named “Havana.” I think these should be OK. They’re better than utterly ghastly, anyway.

The first time I visited the site, at FrugalScholar’s behest, I came across and coveted a great pair of CFMs that look like they’d go spectacularly with jeans, my favorite costume. “Christie” is not exactly a CFM because it does have an ankle strap, but…what can I say? Believe it or not, the raised heel is specifically what the doctor ordered for the inflamed tendons. More or less. How my august orthopedist at the Mayo would regard the wooden soles does not remain to be seen, because we are not gonna tell him about that, no way no how.

All of these goodies were either close-outs or seconds, marked way, way down. So, the bill for three pairs of shoes that have a good shot of not hurting my feet came to just $149.85—that’s only about fifty bucks a pair, a lot less than I’ve resigned myself to having to pay for pain-frees. Matter of fact, I’ve dropped $150 on a single pair of decent shoes that didn’t hurt. Many times. Shipping was only $12, less than the sales tax would have been had I managed to find any such things here in Arizona.

So I felt pretty good about that.

From Footprints.com it was on to Amazon.com, there to pick up a $10 bottle of AlphaHydrox, the AHA goop that’s no longer sold in local stores, far as I can tell. This is the stuff I used until three or four years ago, to good effect. About the time it disappeared from retail shelves was, coincidentally, about the time I fell into a deep enough blue funk to abandon taking care of my skin and quit wearing make-up. Being unable to find the stuff now that I’ve perked up, I bought the RoC wrinkle cream whose retinoids led to the late, great complexion fiasco.

The “enhanced lotion” contains a 10 percent dose of alpha hydroxyl acid (AHA), about as strong as you can get this side of the pharmacist’s prescription pick-up booth. The so-called “soufflé” is supposedly 12 percent AHA, but after the RoC adventure I decided that discretion was the better part.

AlphaHydrox also manufactures something it bills as a “targeted skin lightener,” much ballyhooed by Amazon reviewers for effectively fading age spots. This product contains hydroquinone, a chemical that interferes with melanin production; enough concern has arisen about its safety that it is banned in France, and the FDA at one point considered banning its over-the-counter sale in the U.S. It can irritate your skin, and so you probably wouldn’t want to use a product that combines AHAs with hydroquinone, as this one does.

At any rate, though the 10 percent AHA lotion itself cost only $9.99, in one respect I didn’t do as well as with the shoes: shipping was $2.75, a whopping 27 percent of the sale price! If I could find it in town, I wouldn’t think of ordering it online at that rate. But I can’t, so I did. If it works as well as it used to without causing another skin-scorching episode, I’ll probably find something at Amazon to trigger the free shipping and then order a boatload of the stuff.

And so it goes. Otherwise I have accomplished exactly nothing today. All the comparison shopping for the shoes occupied about as much time as a real-life drive-through-the-traffic, trudge-through-the-mall, wait-in-line-to-pay shopping trip would have consumed! Oh well. At least it didn’t use up any gas.

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