It is with great sadness that I find myself compelled to bid the fondest farewell to the following members of my shoe family:
To my Red Beaded Moccasins who went so well with my red Indian print wrap skirt (which has not been worn since the move to Cape Town) – your cuteness knew no bounds. From the footprint styled soles to the funky sequins you will be sorely missed. From the moment the stitching over the left big toe started to go, I knew our relationship was almost over. It was good though, while you lasted.
To my Beige Corduroy Platforms, you were not expensive, but you added great height. I know I will long for you at the very next 70’s themed party.
To my Very First Pair of Croc’s who taught me that beauty indeed comes from within. Since our first date on a 28 hour shift when I looked upon you, I saw not black plastic, nor poor style, but felt comfort in my darkest times in perhaps the most meaningful way.
I did not intend for things to end this way. It had been my hope that by this time I would be married to my own Mr Big, with a walk in closet and a wall just for Good Memory Shoes (next to the wall for Very Beautiful, But Unlikely To Be Worn More Than 3 Times Shoes) and we could have lived happily ever after together. So I too, am disappointed in how our time together must come to an end. May you continue to tread softly, as you tread through my dreams. (With apologies to W.B. Yeats)
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