When I arrived at my sister's wedding, I realized that I didn't pack the shoes had planned to wear. Fortunately, there was a mall nearby, so I was able to pick up a new pair fairly quickly. The shoes were relatively nice, but nothing out of the usual way. Had the poor shoes know what they were getting into they would have all jumped off the counter and scurried away under the furniture like shell-shocked cats.
The thing is, that my sister ended up having a traumatic marriage followed by divorce. Given that I am now so wise and mature, I will resist the opportunity to point out yet again that I was highly opposed to him. I would not say something like that again because I have moved beyond the desire for horrific vengeance. How have I done this you ask? Well, I started writing down all my evil plans in keep-a-journal-to-get-it-out-of-your-system style. Unfortunately, someone stole the book. I know this is true because it surfaced recently under the new title Al-Qaeda Training Manual.
All this marvelous progress has been put in a bit of jeopardy lately from an unexpected source. My shoes. Yes, indeed, my shoes are a big problem. The thing is that I still have the same shoes I bought at my sister's first wedding. In fact, I am wearing them at this particular moment. As good as they were back in the day, they aren't exactly going to last for too many lively tap dance routines, if you get my drift.
The left sole is starting to separate from the upper half of the shoe. The leather is cracked in quite a few places. My shoes are starting to reach the limits of what can be achieved with glue and shoe polish.
The thing is, I don't want to get rid of these shoes. I can whine and whimper about how hard it is to find shoes that really fit, but the I'm not hanging onto these shoes because they are so great. I'm hanging on to them because they remind me of a good spot just before something bad happened. Kind of like saving a video game right before the nasty monster so you can go back to that point and do it differently.
Either that, or I'm just to cheap to go out a buy a new pair of shoes. I don't particularly like shopping and it is really hard to find shoes that fit.
7 comments:
oh! sinc eyou are going to be attending another of my weddings we could make it a tradition to buy you a new pair of shoes right before each one!
I'm not sure on the long term if we only do it at my weddings but heck, you have plenty of sisters so you should have plenty of oportunities for shoe buying trips :)
I just want to point out that I was highly opposed to him too. As well as the first husband of another sister. I think people should only listen to Matt and I from now on.
Ohhh... What happened to the archived blog entries?! Who only knows how, but I fell into the blog about two weeks ago and somehow got hooked [when you are writing a dissertation and hit writers' block these things happen]. Got caught up to June (we're talking REALLY bad writers' block], but now June and July are gone! Too bad.
Matthew I have a similar pair of shoes. I can compleatly understand where you are coming from.
http://rmcaven0305.blogspot.com/2005/07/source-of-pride.html
Oh Terra aint it grand to have a big family, all to remind you of your mistakes! No worries everyone gets throw off track every now and again.
Matt,
Keep the shoes but buy new ones for the new husband, dont track in old mudd on a new white carpet.
have Terra buy you knew shoes, this way you don't have to blame yourself if it dosn't work out...last marriage, obviously you are to blame because you bought the wrong shoes...you got me good thoug.."When I arreved at my sisters wedding...2 I thought MAN! End of September? I thought it is the end of October!
Karin
The shoes Jason is talking about are his nasty bio hazard tracting shoes. I've offered to get them bronzed in an effor to seal in the toxins but he objects.
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