Wanna know what I'm not good at?
Wait, skip that. An exhaustive list would be too long. And too embarrassing.
How about, wanna know one thing I'm not good at? Knowing when enough is enough, shoe-wise. I just wear and wear and wear, and then suddenly, I look down at the converse all-stars I've just kicked off and I wonder who let a homeless person into my house, and why is this person now walking around shoe-less. I've been thinking about this a lot in relation to my winter moccasins (pictured above).
New York's winter was mild enough that I was able to wear these all winter, with only the occasional interruption for rain boots. I really like them; they're beaded and have little bows, one of which Edie once untied in Central Park, and, try as I might, I have not been able to re-tie properly. But, I wonder, what's their life span? Do they have another fall/winter in them? I don't trust my judgement anymore. It's like I go blind when I look at shoes. Or have Depression-era glasses on: if they still have soles, they're fine (which is pretty much true). But, I mean, I don't want to look like a hobo. Like a Native American hobo.
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I have a solution, if you're interested. I'm going to give them the summer off. Let them rejuvinate. Then, I'm going to wear them all next fall and winter.
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(the following photo is purely for entertainment value, because of Edie's smile. but, while we're on the subject, I'm pretty much done with that shirt too. until next winter.)