But I think it might soon be time to say goodbye.
These shoes have been well used. They’ve now been used for 3 and a half years, nearly everyday. Some days it’s been just for short trips to the shops and out walking the dogs, other days they’ve been supporting my legs for up to 16 hours a day. They’ve been through fields, forests, beaches, footpaths and roads. They’ve been in cars, buses, trains and taxies. They’ve visited shops, houses, offices and hospitals. They’ve climbed fences, stairs and cliffs. Many a times have they been submerged in water. They’ve been on tar, dirt, grass, leaves, floors, mud and the occasional dog, cow or rabbit shit.
They’ve been through the washing machine many a times, and thrown in the tumble dryer afterwards. Sometimes they’ve been stuck behind radiators. They’ve been chewed on by dogs. Dragged through the catflap and into the garden by same said dogs. They’ve been covered in anything and everything I’ve dropped.
Do I love them? No. They’re shoes. Will I be sad to see them go? Yes. Not beacuse of everywhere they’ve been, not beacuse of all the times they’ve protected my feet – but beacuse they’re so fucking comfy!
Putting them on today (yes – I managed to get my arse out of the house for a wee while. Hobbled around. Funny how a pulled muscle in the chest hurts more each time my right foot comes down, and hence making me favour the left one more), I pulled off another bit of the sole. And it made me think I will soon have to get new shoes.
Opposite of many women I do not have a love for shoes. I got a few pairs (simple black, simple white, crocs and these poor old trainers). No high heeled shoes in sight. I do however have quite a few chunky boots (and wellies). I got a love for chunky boots. Each time I wear a dress or skirt I always wear chunky boots with it.
However… I only have one pair of “trainers” – the ones pictured above. I had a few, but threw them out as soon as I got used to these.
I didn’t like these shoes when they first arrived. They fit perfectly, and unlike most shoes they didn’t rub in any places… but they were so heavy compared to what I was used to. Now however I dread getting new shoes. New shoes I’m bound to hate.
What’s even better about these shoes, apart from the fact that they’re still going after 3 and a half years, is that they were free. Yes. Free. I had won £50 to use at Regatta… but being the crafty person I am, I discovered they had an outlet site (this site is fabulous – same great stuff and so much cheaper!), and asked if I could use the voucher there instead. And they agreed!
They either cost £22.50, or £26. I can’t remember, as I got two pairs one for me and one for the other half (he threw his out when they started to look shabby. Shabby doesn’t bother me. As long as they’re good to go and not falling apart I’m keeping them!), but it was either of those prices. They’ve been worn nearly everyday… estimate 300 days out of 365 in a year. That takes it to over 1000 days they’ve been taking care of my feet whilst out and about. Even if I’d paid, I certainly wouldn’t be complaining about that (unlike a pair of my Doc Martens… Eldest JR chewed the zipper to bits after I’d only worn them twice!!!).
I’m hoping they’ll last until the end of August. That will make it four years. I got my toes crossed for that one. They have been, and still are, the best shoes I’ve ever had.
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