In My Shoes

Have you ever worn shoes to the point where they were coming apart?

Well, I realized last weekend that my beloved Steve Maddens were falling apart at the seams, and yet I rocked them anyway.Yep I rocked them all weekend when I was out and about and to work yesterday. But last night after getting home I discovered that I had more holes in them than I imagined. There were holes on the inside, holes on the outside, and the sole was coming loose. I don't want to retire the shoes they are so comfortable and still look good. After a bit of a polishing they're still good as new. They are only a year old, and I'm not ready to say goodbye.

Isn't it funny how we get attached to things? Well I'll be okay throwing the darn shoes in the trash, think about people for whom this would really be a dilemma. LoL I am not dumb enough to continue wearing worn out shoes, and risk them coming apart as I travel the streets of Baltimore. Ummm it's not that deep.

But get this what's even more embarrassing is my choice of replacement shoes. I looked under my bed and pulled out the first pair of semi-dress shoes/ boots I could find. I had to put them on and I walk around the house for a minute to be sure they fit. Things looked and sounded good last night, but when I got to the office this morning my shoes are squeaking. They're still squeaking. What if I have to do something crazy and make a break for it? What am I going to do when I have to walk downstairs for lunch? I don't want to be making noises. That would be hella sad, and hella embarrassing. Lawd, lawd, lawd things have gone from bad to worst.

Ain't nothing better and harder to find than a good pair of shoes.


That's all for now. In Baltimore, I'm Christopher Nelson, reporting on what is my crazy life.

-CNEL$