I wore my old boots to death and finally found some that fit me. Ironically, they're a virtual replica of my last decent pair. My calves are well-strong from all that bagua circle walking so it is hard to find footwear that fits.
Hubby is worse: his feet are so muscular that he really struggles to find anything suitable. His Pilates teacher once referred to the as dancer's feet. Although it was intended as a compliment, I'm not sure if this flattered or insulted him.
