Ode to Dead Shoes
August 25th, 2005My boots have died and I am despondant. Less than despondant, probably, but more than bummed out.
After breaking the zipper on them more than six months ago, I finally took them to the shoe repair and the guy said he’d have to replace the zipper but he only had black zippers. So he’d have to replace the other non-broken zipper to keep them matched – $80. But the red zipper’s are what make them cool. Then it would be another $40 to build up the rubbed-down heel. So, I sadly decided not to get them repaired and give them an old fashioned Viking funeral. They were the most expensive shoes I had ever purchased, but that was more than 5 years ago. They survived much better than my subsequent Fluevog boots, which I’ve had to take in for repairs twice in the two years I’ve had them.
Now I have to get new boots for the winter. I feel weird throwing them away, despite knowing they are beyond salvaging. One has a working zipper for god’s sake! I wish I knew some stylish one-legged person who’d want it.
When I was going through my dresses I noticed almost all of them have holes I was not aware of… I really have become very trash-pickery without being aware of it. I just hate buying new things; shopping is like getting teeth pulled.