A lot of people (mostly women) accuse guys of keeping a pair of shoes long after the soles have come away from the bottom, the laces have broken in half from being tied too often, and the toes have holes big enough to stick your big toe through.
Well, I may not be a guy, but I do the same thing.
I have this pair of Skechers. They look kind of like these, only in black suede. Or at least, they did when they were new. They're not particularly old shoes; I got them just a couple of years ago. But I've worn them just about every day since I got them. And they have finally given up and died on me.
I've known this moment was coming for a long time. Last spring before school ended, I noticed that the insoles were all tattered and starting to wear away in some places. Then I noticed this summer that the stitching was getting frayed. I even went so far as to start wearing a pair of Doc Martens instead, while still being unable to let go of my very favorite retro-style Skechers. After my trip to Chicago, tho, I realized that I just couldn't get along without these shoes. So I started wearing them again after putting new insoles in to stave off their eventual demise for another month or two.
And then this morning I noticed that one of the heels felt funny while I was walking back from class. I got to my room and took the shoe off to look at it. There is a crack running lengthwise down the outside edge of the sole from my heel all the way up to the middle of my foot. So that's the end of these shoes. May God bless their soles (Yes, I know that's not a very good joke. Work with me here; I'm in mourning!).
P.S.: I'm wearing the shoes as I type this. Old habits die hard.
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