Flat Foot

After nearly two years of trusty service, my favorite pair of flats finally died. Unlike every other shoe of that persuasion that I've owned, these didn't wear down to the nib in just a few months. They've been caught in several rainstorms. They've survived leaving one city and learning a new one. They've witnessed more job turmoil then I thought possible. But now they need to be replaced. Maybe when I'm not sad about their death, they'll receive a real eulogy.

Until then, virtual pretend shoe shopping!

For more formal occasions:


Goodness I need a job.


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