A Long, Slow Death OR A Shoe Past Its Prime

So I have an obsession with Forever 21. Sue me. (But don't. I don't have any money.) That store makes me feel like a prospector during the gold rush. True, sometimes you strike out. But sometimes you strike GOLD.

I bought these shoes about five years ago, and, as you can tell, I have loved them to pieces. I think I wore them every day for three summers in a row. They have been unwearable for over two years now, which means that they sit in my closet until every so often I delude myself into thinking that maybe, just maybe, they can pass as acceptable.

But no. They can't. They are way past professional. And the flappiness of the soul makes it super annoying, snagging on everything and making me trip.

But somehow, I can never quite get myself to throw them away. I just don't have it in me.