So I’ve held onto this particular pair of shoes for way too long. They were my uniform shoes in middle school then high school for the longest time. As long as I could get away with, pretty much. We had to wear black or brown shoes. Toes and heels covered.
They used to be clean, black, mary-jane types. Over time, one of the straps around the ankles broke so I just cut the ankle parts off of both shoes. Then they were kind of like a clog or mule. Somehow, I got away with this. Teachers weren’t noticing that I was basically walking around in platform slippers. So I started to decorate them.
I took some sparkly green nail polish and painted a ring around the platform. The thin black fabric from the sole started to bunch up so I pulled it off, exposing a sticky white surface underneath. The stickiness wore off before long and I decorated the new white soles with my permanent marker collection. Out came the sparkly pink nail polish and there were hearts painted on the heels. Finally, hot-glue-gun in hand, I bordered the edge of the clog with plastic gemstones.
And those adorable little gemstones are what brought the demise of my beloved school shoes. No, they weren’t noticed right away. After all, I wasn’t one of the kids that brought attention to themselves. I stayed under the radar, right along with my shoes. But noticed, they were, and I was forbid to wear them again.
It may sound a little melodramatic but let me just express, in the plainest way possible: Those shoes were really f#&%*$@ comfortable. It was a sad day but the shoes lived on, stashed in my closet, until today. They are a stinky pair of old shoes, no good anymore; Its time to throw them out. But I’m a very sentimental person, you see? I’m tired of them lying around, taking up space but I couldn’t bare to just toss them to the curb without a second glance or thought. So I’ve taken these photos for the off chance I’ll want to reminisce…
Goodbye old shoe friends! You treated me so well!