shoes betch!

Old growth clutter is threatening the tidy ecosystem of my little apartment, so today I am practicing some slash-and-burn organizing. The shoe collection has sustained some heavy losses already:
I can walk in them without wobbling, and the sky-high heel on a 1.5" platform do kind things to my somewhat sturdy ankles. But they are pretty badly scuffed, and their tendency to draw blood with sustained walking kept them from seeing the light of day last season. Out they go.



I had to buy these very orthopedic looking Nikes for my nurse externship. The instructor wanted all white sneakers, no color accents permitted. They didn't touch the pavement when I walked out of Albany Medical Center after passing my final clinical evaluation, but they've kissed a lot of ER linoleum since then. I have clogs that are far more comfortable in the event that I go back to in-house nursing.


These were a good find for an evening dress that was challenging to coordinate. But they have gone the way of all evening shoes, which tend to age quickly and gracelessly. It's rarely worth it to spend any money on them - just price them so you can replace them every year.



I'm sorry to see these go. I love the chinoiserie embroidery, which I think is girly without being cloying. But I have had them since I was living on Avenue C, which is three apartments ago, and they are starting to reflect the beating I've given them. An ex used to call them my Puerto Rican Day Parade shoes, which I don't believe they deserved, but the Dominican girls in the salon next door all loved them.