A Shoe Story

There once was a lovely little pair of size 7 women's converse. They were purchased in the year 2005, for a bright young blonde girl trying to change her style. They were worn, rain or shine, fair or snowy, for many, many years.

These shoes served the girl very well, but two years later it was decided that her shoes were getting a little worn, and she should have some new ones. So another shiny black pair of Converse were purchased. But did she throw the old ones away? Nope! They became her work shoes, where she wore them and wore them and wore them until they literally fell off her feet. And when they started falling off, she did not buy new shoes, but just started wearing the other black converse more!

That was all well and good, until one day, the unthinkable happened.

The left shoe of the newer converses got a hole in the bottom. Now normally, this would not be a problem in dry dry Utah, where the girl currently resided. But the girl also worked at a lovely smoothie shop, where blenders were constantly being washed and the floor was just as consistently wet, which made for awfully soggy feet indeed.

So the girl just wore those shoes less often and got some new shoes! Well, new-to-her shoes, bought at Plato's Closet. They were cute and comfy and nice until....

...they became hole-y too!

These were very dark days for the girl. Not only had her newer shoes betrayed her, but now her trusty old shoes were nearly beyond wearing as well! Something had to be done.

So the girl bought a new pair of shoes.

Well....new-ish. From D.I.

They were cute and fun and....

gave her blisters the very first day. And then the blisters went away....and the arches of her feet began to ache from the complete and utter lack of arch support offered by the shoes.

So the girl bought some lovely Dr. Scholls arch supports.

Which were great.

Except they did not fit well in the lovely new work shoes, and made them rub even worse! What to do, what to do?

Many things were attempted. Silly laces were sewn on in an attempt to make the shoes fit better.

They did not fit better.

They fit worse.

All the girl wanted was her old shoes back.

Or just a little arch support.

Then she remembered those Plato's Closet shoes, which just-so-happened to be the same size and brand as the new D.I. shoes.

So, gently, the girl did some major surgery on the recently departed Plato's closet shoes...and removed their soles, to be transplanted into the new-ish-er D.I. shoes.

And it worked. It was lovely. Just a little arch support! At LAST!

And there was much rejoicing.

An unrelated shoe story:

After the permanent death of both of the girl's beloved Converses, work shoes were found, but what would the girl wear when not at work? For those black Converses had been worn anytime, all the time, and nearly every time.

A solution was found. A combination of a Delias.com sale and birthday money created......

Lovely new shiny bright blue Converses! So lovely! So new! So Shiny! So blue!

And there was again much rejoicing.

And then, another day, at D.I....

the loveliest of all lovely retro high heels were found.

and purchased.

And loved.

And then all that was needed was a pencil skirt to wear with them....

THE END.