being real
We all have them, our favorite pair of shoes. The ones that contour perfectly to our feet and keep those little sausages safely encased and comfortable. They are your go-to pair, the ones that leave the closet and rarely find their way back in.
Mine happens to be nude flats that turned three last Christmas. They have loyally served me as evidenced by the deep scuffs on the outer edges and fine wrinkles on an originally glossy finish. Truth be told they are just a few errands from becoming hole-y and not in a good way.
After some consistent effort on my part, I was able to locate a replacement pair in the exact brand and size. Thanks to eBay, nude flats version 2.0 were on their way. When they arrived in the mail I couldn’t help but gawk at how fresh they looked compared to my beloved set. I even showed my husband because of course, he would want to take in this mind-blowing observation, and he smiled and nodded his head as any kind but not that very interested husband would.
For weeks, I kept thinking I couldn’t wait to throw away my old run down flats. How nice it would be to have a brand new pair, hot off the shoe press, or whatever they make shoes on, but then something unexpected happened.
