Nightgowns and Shoes

I’ve been on a nightgown-and-shoe-buying kick lately. I know, strange bedfellows. I don’t think I want to know how many nightgowns I’ve bought, but I know how many pairs of shoes, three.

Why this particular bent? It does go deeper than mere materialism and is far more consequential than just acquiring more to stuff in my closet, for I soon realized I’d been subconsciously heeding the call for rest and comfort.

What triggered this consumption? The Great Prednisone Failure of 2015. My failure, my 2015. The experiment was a total bust. The pain came back. The hands, the feet, the general malaise. After a few weeks off Prednisone my body sat up and noticed. Hey! What happened to Pred?

It didn’t just beg the question; it screamed it. So I scurried into the safety zone, the metaphorical orange-cone ring made up of little white pills.

“You know what to do,” my rheumy said when I confessed my shortcoming. He proceeded to share how he handles flares with the help of our common little frenemy.

I nodded. Yes, the tiny, precious pills that can wreak havoc within your body in so many ways, and in the process grant you the ability to get up in the morning without feeling like a tin woman who needs a squirt of oil into every single cell.

“I want quality,” I said. “Not quantity.” Now it was his turn to nod. I’d rather have five good years and not twenty bad ones. He understood.

In the midst of renewed pain, sleep took supreme importance. Sleep is a great pain reliever, if you can get it. And so in direct correlation, I concentrated on updating my sleepwear.

Nightgowns are the only thing I like to sleep in. Sometimes I prefer silky soft, sometimes cottony soft. The style must needs be flattering, comfortable, and not bunch up under me. Sometimes I swear I’m related to The Princess and the Pea character. Every little wrinkle in the sheets drives me mad and I have to pull it straight. I’ve made my husband promise that he will keep my bed tidy when the day comes that I can’t do it myself. I doubt he will, but it makes me feel better to know he promised. 🙂

The brand matters not, so much as the cut and the fabric. Color matters in that it affects mood. I tend toward black, so refined, so elegant and sexy, too, because why shouldn’t you look nice while you’re sleeping?

And if sleeping is important, getting up and staying up is much more so, and that’s where the shoes come in.

I mentioned in a previous post that I am partial to Clarks. One day, I came across the most comfortable pair in the entire universe, not hyperbole I assure you, at least according to these feet of mine.

Their only drawback was that they were only available in white and it was way before Memorial Day, when I would have license to wear them according to fashion dictum. I couldn’t remember the last time I owned a pair of white shoes. It might have been back when I was wearing saddle shoes to grade school.

But there they were, on sale, and they fit deliciously. Or as Billy would say, they felt mahvelous. I took them home and when I went online to search for a pair in my signature black, there were none to be had in my size. I did find a similar style with the same cushioned footbed.  When they arrived I was pleased to discover they fit just as mahvelously. Since then, I’ve added a third pair in beige and am debating whether I need the navy ones, too.

Perhaps I don’t, after all black goes with everything, and pain-free feet go with eeeeverything. My heels don’t hurt anymore, no matter how much I walk in these shoes. And they were. The pain intense, indescribable, every step jarring needles poking me.

These sandals take me everywhere. I dress them up and dress them down. Whether it’s a leisurely stroll down the Art District, a dinner/movie/drinks date or just chugging up and down the grocery store aisles, these babies come through.

I am back on a very low dose of Prednisone, a tiny buffer between me and the pain. He mentioned injectable Methotrexate as a possibility. I said I would take it under advisement. We shall see, but we shall see in comfort.

"I wanna put on my, my, my, my, my, boogie shoes." -- K.C. and The Sunshine Band

“I wanna put on my, my, my, my, my, boogie shoes.” — K.C. and The Sunshine Band

9 thoughts on “Nightgowns and Shoes

  1. Carla Kienast

    Irma: I LOVE Clark’s shoes, too! I am so glad you found not one, but three pairs that work. And while I know that being on prednisone isn’t your first choice, as you say, quality of life means a lot. After being on prednisone longer than I have ever been (about 20 lbs worth!) I weaned myself off and, like yours, my body has been screaming. Here’s wishing you comfort — both waking/walking and sleeping.

    1. Irma Post author

      Hey, Carla! 20 pounds? I can blame at least 15 on Prednisone. And the other 15 on sitting at my desk too much. But what can I say, I like what I do. 🙂

  2. Kim

    So, I’m guessing you aren’t posting pictures of your new sleepwear? 🙂 Sorry to hear you are having a rough time, and I hope the Pred med can give you back some quality of life. Sometimes it becomes a balancing act until you find the happy medium between quality and quantity. Take care of you!!!

    1. Irma Post author

      I should, shouldn’t I, post pix? I hate how that little pill makes such a difference. Or maybe I should say, I love. . . sigh.

  3. phat50chick

    I had to smile when reading thing, then got up and walked to my closet where I counted 6 Clark’s boxes, 3 Ecco’s, and 2 Merrells. I have a handful of older Clark’s sandals that aren’t in boxes, so they are definitely a favorite of mine. I also bought 2 pairs of summer PJ’s last weekend. Mostly because we’re going away with “the kids” and I don’t want to scare the grandchildren.

    Sorry about the Pred. I always hated that med and spent a number of years on it and it was very hard to wean off. But ultimately it did and I hope to never take it again. I suffered thru a bad case of poison ivy this spring and refused to take pred. Good luck with that

      1. Irma Post author

        I definitely have a Clarks’ addiction. I was off Prednisone and then had two bumpy years, but I will wean off again. Still thinking about SQ MTX.

  4. J.G. Chayko

    It’s so nice to treat yourself to life, isn’t it? Sometimes it actually helps us forget our pain. Loving those sandals. They just speak of warm summer evenings strolling the boardwalk under the stars… Hugs.

    1. Irma Post author

      I go on a treasure hunt every month at the clearance rack after having my hair done at the mall. I usually score something nice for an even nicer price. I take my time cause I can walk and walk in these shoes and my feet never complain. Hope all well with you. 🙂


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