Grandma wore those sturdy and clunky-heeled kind of granny shoes for most of her life. Her poor feet. Sometimes her bunion would ache, so one day she took a pair of scissors from the drawer and cut a hole right through the shoe-not her Sunday-best granny shoes, mind you, but in her once-Sunday best granny shoes that had become her everyday pair. Ahhh, what a relief. "That'll fix you, you ornery bunion," she muttered, looking down at her feet. After she had relieved the offending tightness, Grandma walked with a little more bounce in her step, and her smile seemed a whole lot happier..

Comfort over style, brings a real smile.