They were one of my last pair of brown dress shoes. I’d just been having such a hard time finding new brown dress shoes that I stopped trying and figured I’d make do. The few other pairs I had before were gone and I was down to these brown t-straps I think I’ve had since undergrad and a pair of pumps I always forget about.
They’re cute and sort of retro in a late ‘30s, early 40’s kind of way. Rounded toes with leaf cutouts on top and around the heel. A medium brown with some color texture blending a little darker and little lighter in spots, making them ideal for matching with a variety of brown shades.
I last wore them with my fabulous stretch knit dress with the brown and tan cane pattern over a white background and some olive knit tights from Munchkinhead. During the work day, the right shoe started squeaking when I walked, the kind of broken metal rubbing on broken metal squeaking that is too familiar to someone who’s broken a few shoe supports in her lifetime. I could feel the top piece pushing up into the shoe, rubbing against the sole of my foot. I figured the shoes wouldn’t last long, but I wasn’t expecting what happened next.
While walking from my office to the train station, I felt like I stepped in a hole. This isn’t unusual as the sidewalks have very large gaps between them. But then there was another hole, and another. I looked down and the left heel on my shoe was bent in half! Severed from the back mostly through, it was fixable in the sense that I could bend it back into place. So I did, and I kept walking. Then, the hole feeling again. I lifted my foot to fix the shoe again and discovered the heel was gone. Completely gone. So much for these shoes. Good thing I know how to walk on the balls of my feet.
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:'(
Is that sad because they broke, or sad because I was wearing them when they broke?
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