Today was torture.

My eldest daughter is getting to the age where the design and look of her clothes are becoming more and more important to her. Her best friend’s birthday party is next week and today we spent over four hours in the local mall looking for just the right outfit.

To begin with I was quite proud about the fact that she’s growing up but that pride quickly turned to a different emotion. A painful emotion. The pain in my left bunion became so bad that my daughter could see it written all over my face. I even got to the point where I bought a cheap pair of athletic shoes that were size too big for me just to give me room formy feet.

What was supposed to be a nice day out turned into a complete nightmare.

Aromatherapy looked like quite an attractive proposition later that evening…