Shoes tell Jew's tale

Well, I finally did it: After decades (on and off--mostly off while we were raising the Son-ster) as a folk dancer, I finally bought myself some dancin' shoes--dance sneakers, to be precise. They're well cushioned, but have a "split sole," which makes them flexible enough in the middle that you can point your foot. They also have a nice flat surface on the toe, for daring dancers who want to dance on their tiptoes, literally. But the reason why I bought them is that, unlike the regular sneakers that I've been wearing for Israeli folk dancing ever since my left foot developed an inflammation at the surgical site, they don't stick to the floor. It's darn near impossible to do a spin in shoes that stick to the floor.

As for the other glamorous (cough, cough) shoe pictured, that's half of my new pair of non-leather shoes. They're the wrong color for both Tisha B'Av (too "loud"/flashy) and Yom Kippur (this I'm wearing on the day when I pray that, though my sins be red as scarlet, HaShem will turn them white as snow?!). And they're not nearly dressy enough for Yom Kippur, either. Ugh. :( But my old cloth shoes hurt long before I had my foot surgery, so a sneaker-based shoe is probably the closest thing to half-comfortable that I'm going to get.