Not exactly fashionable

As I have gotten older, one thing has become very clear to me: I couldn't care less.

Especially when it comes to being comfortable.

While others have been wearing stylish sandals, I wear Birkenstocks.

When other women my age who are obsessing about heels, my knees and back have long since said that heels can only be worn for short periods of time, and definitely not all day long.

Throw me at the mercy of "What Not to Wear", but I don't really care.  It's not that I don't want a mate, it's that I would like to be able to still walk by the time I meet the right person.

It should be no shock then that when looking for a solution for the pain in my hands I was willing to try whatever it took to give me comfort, baby my hands, and restore their ability to function semi-normally while also preventing my arthritis symptoms from going out of control.  So, I purchased arthritis gloves.

Admittedly, I feel a little like a reject from a Madonna video wearing them, and it slows my typing speed, but I still feel some relief from them.  While it also feels a little odd to wear them in summer, they aren't producing sweaty hands, just stimulating the muscles just enough to make my hands happier doing everyday tasks like laundry and embroidery.

At this point, my choices in life seem to be to either look a little dorky sometimes and preserve my body's functionality, or wear fashionable items and ignore my pain.  

Love me.  Love my big sneakers and arthritis gloves.