It’s not always obvious that shoes are needed until they are actually needed.
Walking into my closet I keep looking for the black boots I wore to a nub and tossed last year. They were resoled twice, the emblem had fallen off and was being held on with duct tape on the inside, and they were scuffed beyond recognition. I thought it might be time to replace them, as well as my black heels I’ve worn for over ten years to every funeral or event that called for black heels. The heels are in sad shape. The shoe has seen better days.
Thus, I am prepared to admit that I purchased three, not two, but three new models of footwear. The third pair was just because they were so darn shiny, pointy, maroon-colored, and on sale. I’m not sure what to wear with them but I am up for that challenge!
When it rains, it pours.