Join me in mourning the sad loss of a pair of size 8 Clarks black patent leather 2" wedge court shoes. They finally fell apart today, beyond repair.
They were bought in a charity shop in Staines in 2005 and were, for a couple of years, the only femme shoes I had - hidden at the bottom of a box of stuff with the rest of the small stash that was 'Rachel' in those days. Once I leapt out of the closet, and into the real world, they came with me, and attended a couple of parties and social events, dancing the night away and, once, almost winning a game of musical chairs with e $1000 camera as the prize.
Today they went for a gentle stroll around Sydney, but they weren't up to it. The soles, already held together by the finest shoe glue pour local hardware shop could provide, started to detach (unnoticed) a couple of hours into the outing. It was only when I stopped in a shoe shop to try a nice-looking pair that were half-price that I realised my old friends were in a sorry state. I was obliged to buy the new pair, and wear them for the rest of the day.
When I got home I chucked my old friends, but there was nothing that could be done for them.
The new ones are awesome, though - grey ankle boots with high-heels. Took a bit of getting used to, but worth it.
Pictures from the outing are to come when I get around to uploading them.