You know the type. They are your go-to shoes for every occasion. They've never given you blisters, they work with almost every outfit you own and they have the unmistaken ability to make you feel truly great whenever you wear them.
Comfortable. Stylish. Transforming. The perfect shoe.
The compelling force of their mystic perfection prompts you to grab them out of the closet more often than any other pair of heels. Whether worn to work, dinner, dancing or just for fun, these shoes have seriously never let you down. And so you've gone to great lengths to take care of them - re-heeling them whenever needed and putting them back in the closet instead of leaving them at the foot of the door - hoping and trusting that they will last a lifetime.
I own a pair of these coveted heels, and they are my favorite, trusted and true shoe. And unfortunately, I have worn them out - literally - as they are falling apart at the seems. I noticed it about a month ago, but have been in denial. But I noticed their imperfections more clearly today and they must be replaced. You see... the leather on the toes are gone, and that is just not something I can overlook any longer.
I could try. Maybe color black sharpie on the tips. But no. It just wouldn't look right.
And so, I must venture to find a new pair of perfect heels - and say goodbye to my old ones.
Its kind of a sad day...
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