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Requiem For The Fallen
May. 29th, 2010 12:53 pmI lost a pair of friends this week.
They've been part of my life for.... gods, probably a decade. They've been there for me without question or complaint, rain or shine, whenever I needed them. I counted on them. I needed them.
And this Wednesday, my favorite sandals finally died.
These weren't just any shoes. They were the Perfect Sandals. Flats, because while heels are nice, when you want to actually walk around in the summer, you want comfort. Leather, so they were sturdy and stain-proof and water-resistant. Just cushy enough to keep me from getting blisters, but not so squishy that they got mushy over time. The straps were just the right length and width, so they didn't rub against my foot or slip back and forth or press into my skin. And they were strap-only, so there were no wide spots of fabric or leather to trap sweat and dirt against my foot. I have never before or after found a pair of sandals this amazing.
And, unsurprisingly, I wore them constantly from the start of warm weather until probably way too late in the season. I realized over the past year that they were starting to get rather worn and tired, and I've been slowly looking for replacements, but nothing near as good has appeared. And finally, as I was wandering around town this week, body and sole finally parted company.
Unfortunately, this catastrophic and total shoe failure happened about 2 1/2 miles into what was supposed to be a 5 mile walk, leaving me to barefoot it the final mile and a half or so from Porter Square to Harvard Square, and thence to try to nonchalantly shuffle through my errands pretending I wasn't holding my right shoe on by sheer force of willpower and kind of squinching my toes around the edge of the sole. Luckily, my angel of a husband hadn't quite left to meet me yet, and was able to pick up a spare pair of shoes, saving me from having to continue the charade through dinner.
Farewell, sandals. I loved you, and I will miss you.
Much more successful and less tragic, though, was the outcome of said errands from that same day....
( Hidden, for those who don't want to read about my Quest For Girly Undergarments )
They've been part of my life for.... gods, probably a decade. They've been there for me without question or complaint, rain or shine, whenever I needed them. I counted on them. I needed them.
And this Wednesday, my favorite sandals finally died.
These weren't just any shoes. They were the Perfect Sandals. Flats, because while heels are nice, when you want to actually walk around in the summer, you want comfort. Leather, so they were sturdy and stain-proof and water-resistant. Just cushy enough to keep me from getting blisters, but not so squishy that they got mushy over time. The straps were just the right length and width, so they didn't rub against my foot or slip back and forth or press into my skin. And they were strap-only, so there were no wide spots of fabric or leather to trap sweat and dirt against my foot. I have never before or after found a pair of sandals this amazing.
And, unsurprisingly, I wore them constantly from the start of warm weather until probably way too late in the season. I realized over the past year that they were starting to get rather worn and tired, and I've been slowly looking for replacements, but nothing near as good has appeared. And finally, as I was wandering around town this week, body and sole finally parted company.
Unfortunately, this catastrophic and total shoe failure happened about 2 1/2 miles into what was supposed to be a 5 mile walk, leaving me to barefoot it the final mile and a half or so from Porter Square to Harvard Square, and thence to try to nonchalantly shuffle through my errands pretending I wasn't holding my right shoe on by sheer force of willpower and kind of squinching my toes around the edge of the sole. Luckily, my angel of a husband hadn't quite left to meet me yet, and was able to pick up a spare pair of shoes, saving me from having to continue the charade through dinner.
Farewell, sandals. I loved you, and I will miss you.
Much more successful and less tragic, though, was the outcome of said errands from that same day....
( Hidden, for those who don't want to read about my Quest For Girly Undergarments )
