We just returned from a mini vacation in Key West, land of t-shirts, shorts & flip-flops, where fashion does not matter and anything goes. If you were to walk down Duval Street naked with Army boots, no-one would notice. Not that I tried this. I must have read this somewhere.
As I was packing for our trip, I thought what better place for a test drive of my new, black, metal leg braces for all to see. However, after checking out the view (me in shorts with my very noticeable leg braces) in my closet door mirror, I rushed out and bought a long, casual summer dress. Just in case, so I would be comfortable dining someplace nice. I still planned on wearing shorts with my leg braces to keep cool, while walking around town.
It’s amazing how we all start out as carefree children, but while in school we learn to become self-conscious, worrying about what other people think of us. Many of us outgrow this. I remember reading somewhere that once you hit 50, you would feel free to dress comfortably with no makeup and hair uncombed, and not give a hoot about what other people think of you. Now, that I’ve reached the double nickel (as my husband likes to remind me daily) I’m waiting for this carefree attitude to overtake me. Instead as I jam my leg braces into my extra wide sneakers, then try to maneuver my feet in using a long shoe horn, I’m thinking about how uncomfortable I will feel, noticing people staring at my legs. Thwarted by my hammer toe, I struggle to remove my sneakers and try again. Some mornings I give up and just stomp on my toe to straighten it out. Good thing I’ve lost a bit of feeling in my feet.
Some days, zipping and snapping my shorts can take almost as long. Not because I’m overweight, but because my hands don’t work. OK, maybe I’m a little bit chubbier now, after enjoying that dark chocolate covered key lime pie on a stick.
Perhaps those happy hour margaritas, and rum runners on the beach, along with mojitos and Key lime shooters at Hogs Breath bar, may have added a few pounds too. But I’m still blaming it on my CMT weakened hands.
Anyhow, as we strolled down Duval street in Key West toward the sunset party, I did notice a few people, who I thought were looking at my braces. But now, looking at these pictures, I’m thinking maybe they were just checking out my silly hat.
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