Sandals

I love shoes! Mostly, I love sandals. Today is a sad day because I think it's time to say goodbye to one of my favorite pairs. Several times in my life, I've found the perfect combination of style and comfort. A perfect pair of shoes. Each of these very special moments, when you pick a pair off the shelf and they fit just right, is a time to celebrate. It's a time to capitalize and stock up. I think to myself, by a couple of pairs and put them away in your closet. You're going to want a back up when the first pair dies. Then I think, I don't have that kind of money. When this pair's had enough I'll be ready for something new. So I only buy one pair. And I almost always regret it. Today was one of those days.

I bought these sandals a little over a year ago. I can laugh out loud when telling you they are from the Jennifer Lopez line! It killed me to buy anything with her name on it. In fact, I almost didn't buy them. But then I put them on. I liked that there was a back over the heel and several straps across the foot. They fit great and the price was right. And we all know, whether you like closed toe or sandals, you can never have too many pairs of black shoes. So I bought them. I thought about buying the back up pair, and as always, talked myself out of it to save some money.  Boy do I wish I had the extra now.

Look at these photos. I have worn this pair of sandals into the ground. The soles are separating from the leather. I have tried gluing them and coloring the scuffs with a black Sharpie. I wore them to work yesterday, and tripped over the flaps several times. They are becoming hazardous!

Look at the toe thong. It's practically pulling out of the shoe. This is a common casualty for sandals, especially flip flops. Once that thong is uprooted, it's instant death for the sandal. Notice too the loose threads pulling up from the top of the strap. These sandals have really had it. I know it's hard to believe I am writing about and creating a photo memorial to a pair of sandals, but sniff sniff, this pair was something special. I even remember my husband telling me he liked them. Compliments from my husband on a pair of sandals? Not a common occurrence. They are special.

Even the heels are shot. The Sharpie can't save them this time. This pair of sandals is done, and it's time to say goodbye. I took them off knowing I had probably worn them for the last time. I had planned to throw them away, and yet here they are sitting on my bedroom floor. I just can't part with them. Maybe tomorrow. 

I love sandals, but I really love these sandals.