I bought myself some ballet flats. Why not? For me, at 63, it’s time to ballet!
I am unfit and looking for motivation to exercise. After checking the local community college programme, I enrolled in “Ballet for Over 55s”. First, I had to get these shoes. So I went to Bloch and sat amongst the baby ballerinas, pretending to be someone’s grandma while I waited to be served.
The sales girls must be ballerinas themselves, as they demonstrated the various stances when I asked them to show me some poses. The shoes are not the most comfortable things however you place your feet; the soles are in two patches and felt weird, though not as uncomfortable as the ones I bought for rock climbing.
I started rock climbing at 51. It’s the best exercise (not that I’m the one to judge; I can’t swim, ride a bike or throw, catch or even bounce a ball). The shoes for rock climbing are truly evil, they remind me of my grandmother’s bound feet whenever I wear them. However, once you’re on the wall or clinging onto a cliff, you’re glad to have them. I have not climbed for a while but if the ballet does not suit, I might have to go back to climbing –only you need a partner, and a good one is hard to find.
The shoes that fit me best in the end are my gardening clogs–because that’s who I am–the gardener.