My feet have a love affair happening that they just can’t seem to give up. Especially now when they have ballooned to extra enormous proportions – I swear I had ankles six months ago – and don’t fit in any other footwear I own (which, admittedly, is not much). They’ve given up their favoritism of the flip-flops and slipped into well-worn fake leather and crumbling fabric.
I don’t own many shoes at all. Let’s see if I can name them all – two pairs of flip-flops in different puples, one pair of red and black men’s skater shoes and one pair of brown mary-jane style shoes that don’t actually fit me and I bought because hey, $10.00, and crazily thought I could bend them to my will. Or my foot shape. Or something.
I would LOVE to have a shoe closet full of shoes like these:
Aren’t these ADORABLY SEXY? Don’t you just want them? I know I do!
But alas, my feet are not meant for shoes such as these. My non-pregnant shoe size is a whopping 11 wide. They just don’t make shoes like this for women in those sizes. I routinely have to shop in the men’s section just to find shoes that fit – hence the men’s skate shoes. Once, in my 20’s, I stumbled into a shop in Toronto that sold men’s sizes in women’s shoes (they were close to the local “drag” strip of clubs and bars) and I just about died. I bought a horribly expensive pair of heels that I wore for YEARS and YEARS. Sadly, the shop closed down before I could save up for another pair.
Which is why, when I found these beauties and slipped them on I felt like Cinderella finding her prince! Except my prince came in the shape of last year’s Sketcher’s back-to-school offering.
And here they are. Aren’t they GORGEOUS?
When they were new they were shiny and black. They went with absolutely everything (which in my wardrobe means jeans, t-shirts and the occasional skirt) so I wore them with absolutely everything. I could slip them on and go and the treads were strong enough to survive into the winter when I would be inevitably forced to buy boots. I’ve worn these shoes for so long that if you were to ask me when I bought them I would just shake my head and laugh. I have no idea. It was over 5 years ago…that’s as far back as I could calculate.
They are a sad sight now. They are scuffed beyond repair and the fabric inside is peeling away showing only a glimpse of the glorious purple and black tartan design that was there. The soul is cracked and breaking apart. But oh, how I love these shoes. No other shoes have ever compared to these. Sketchers doesn’t make them anymore and I have never found another like them. So until the soul cracks completely or the fake leather rips I will proudly wear these shoes with my pregnancy skirts and beyond. When they do finally succumb to wear-and-tear I will place them in a shoe box and bury them in the yard with a small marker proclaiming their awesomeness. They deserve that much having been such good friends to me and my feet for all these years.