After visiting Betsy in New York and coveting her pair, I acquired you in the early spring of 2007. It was love at first sight. For the DC winters, you were not at all necessary (unless it was Snowpacalypse or Snowmaggedon - both of which occurred in the era of insane social networking and after I moved away and during which the entire DC area went fucktard batshit insane).
You were an art form for the feet!
And you were available in my size!
When I relocated to Michigan, you were most definitely necessary. That first winter back saw many, many snowstorms, and you kept my feet toasty, warm, and dry.
We had so many good times - I was able to wear skirts and dresses in the winter because of you! I was semi-fashionable while surrounded by undergrads because of you! I didn't slip and fall on my ass as many times as I probably would have if it wasn't for you!
But I got older. And so did you.
You were an art form for the feet!
Brand-new you!
And you were available in my size!
When I relocated to Michigan, you were most definitely necessary. That first winter back saw many, many snowstorms, and you kept my feet toasty, warm, and dry.
We had so many good times - I was able to wear skirts and dresses in the winter because of you! I was semi-fashionable while surrounded by undergrads because of you! I didn't slip and fall on my ass as many times as I probably would have if it wasn't for you!
But I got older. And so did you.
A mere shadow of your former self...
Now, my friends, I must say goodbye. You have sagged and buckled around the ankle, and you are digging into the bad one with such disdain that I have to stifle a scream with every other step.
In fact, you are hurting my ankles so badly that I am tempted to walk to the parking garage in my socks. And it's 21 degrees out there right now.
No amount of shoe polish can return you to your former glory. Believe me, I've tried.
I hope that one day I will become acquainted with others in your family, but until then, I am broke and bootless.
FAREWELL.
In fact, you are hurting my ankles so badly that I am tempted to walk to the parking garage in my socks. And it's 21 degrees out there right now.
No amount of shoe polish can return you to your former glory. Believe me, I've tried.
I hope that one day I will become acquainted with others in your family, but until then, I am broke and bootless.
FAREWELL.
1 comment:
I feel your pain (figuratively speaking). I had a pair of super cute turquoise flats from Nine West and I wore the crap out of them. They eventually got holes in the heels, and I took them to a cobbler to get them fixed. He told me it would just be cheaper to buy a new pair, and he wouldn't be able to fix it like new anyway. So it was with a heavy heart that I threw them away. And Nine West doesn't even sell them anymore. :(
P.S. I just realized that I hadn't checked your blog in ages! Sorry for the late response.
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