Tag: Shoes

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#SoCS – the merits of leather and suede

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Following on from last weekend’s #SoCS contributions, I’m continuing the dance theme.

Last week’s dance class half-time chat over cups of tea, involved the merits of leather soles versus suede soles for men’s dance shoes. After much deliberation, demonstrations of spins turns etc, the jury (aka the Ladies) was undecided.

I’ve had experience of both for ladies shoes and I much prefer a suede sole. It’s grippy when needed but with enough slip to spin without wrenching a knee or two.

One thing’s for sure, we all agree that our weekly class, giggles and gossip included, is food for the soul.

In the meantime, I’ve taken matters into my own hands and bought Mr D a proper pair of suede soled dance shoes. I’m sick of seeing him in battered old boots with worn out soles. I can’t wait to see his face when I present them to him at our class. With a bit of luck, Linda’s prompt for next week will fit well with an update for you!

This week’s light-footed nonsense sprung from Linda’s prompt to use the words soul or sole. I hope you enjoyed it.

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The importance of a strong core at Christmas time

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This time last year, as I prepared for the annual office party, I went through the obvious checklist.

Dress

Shoes

Accessories

Hair

Makeup

Mani-pedi

Nice matching upholstery to make the most of my curves

… and then

Pads for the inevitable “Oops!” moments.

Damn it! Those things can really ruin one’s pre-party buzz. I must remember to visit the ladies before I hit the dance floor.

Fast-forward to last week. Two Christmas parties in one week. My check list was mostly the same, except for one item, those blooming pads.

In January this year, I stamped down my metaphorical foot, and said “No more pads. No more leaks. There has to be something I can do. I’m not going through the rest of my life being afraid to sneeze!”

A chance conversation with a good friend opened up an opportunity to chat with a women’s core training specialist. Within two months this lovely lady had worked miracles for me. I now sport a flatter, firmer tummy, and core muscles strong enough to allow me to get through the hay fever season, sneezing willy-nilly!

I’ve been mostly good at keeping up with the program since the course finished (Santa, please take note) and it’s paid dividends. Armed with this inner strength and confidence, I boogied my butt off at both parties. My only regret, apart from a stonking hangover, is that I didn’t meet this lady years earlier.