When Shannon and I went out for dinner a couple weeks ago I realized I had pretty much nothing in the nice department to wear. No dressy shoes or boots either. It was difficult to get ready, but I managed. Somehow.
So why is it that all shoes seem to disintegrate at the same time? I mean, srsly, how does that happen? And it happened to Ari too this year!
Evidence #1 Gladiator boots.
To be entirely fair I got these (for free!) (from Janine!) when I worked at Stainless Studios so that makes them at least 16 years old. You can tell. They look toughballs.
They’ve been replaced countless times but I have never been able to bring myself to actually letting them go. I wore them today: they’re still comfortable. I like how the screws are getting worn out to. I plan to replace them with a pair of Palladium boots, but I still won’t throw them out.
Evidence #2 Rolling high heels.
These are about as old as the boots (also from Janine!) and have been my extremely comfortable go-to shoes forever. Now that I look at them, they’re sure not the prettiest shoes, but they’re practical. Then the heels exploded and I can’t wear them. But I would!
Those shoes have been to lots of fun parties and weddings.
Evidence #3 Chuck Taylor One Stars.
These guys have been replaced by 2 pairs of Vans and one pair of fancier Converse but I keep going back to them. They’re so comfy and gross and cute and I love them. I even almost bought a new pair last time I was at Target but talked myself out of them because these are still wearable. Almost.
I swear they don’t stink, none of them. I have lots of problems but stinky feet ain’t one of them.