It finally happened. We were walking from the dry-cleaners to the bus-stop on saturday and I thought I had a pebble so I turned over the bottom of my sneakers and eeeep! there’s a gaping hole in the middle of the sole. My favorite sneakers, ones I’ve had for 4 years, since before I went to New York. I’m glad they lasted this long. To think of the places they’ve traveled to, amazing.
I should throw them away but I can’t bear to do it yet. So they sit rather forlornly on my shoe rack. I don’t have proper replacements, I know I have the new black hi-tops and a fresh pair of vans, and what about the navyboot collection, or the red camper. None of them are suitable substitutes. May be this weekend we’ll have to go on a sneaker hunt.