Long live
my Cab Calloway shoes. I've spent this week tramping three or more miles every day, between walking to and from train stations and running around campus and the Loop, and I'd been noticing my shoes weren't quite up to snuff. I switched among a couple -- Chucks,
boots (the sole is coming off at the toe, FIE) and the aforementioned Docs. My whole body ached when I got home every night, and I realized part of that, at least with the Docs, was because they're a little bit too big, so I put in some of my
super hardcore insole support thingies. Great idea!
So, this morning, I'm pulling on my shoes, and notice that the tongue on my left shoe is a little askew. Tug to adjust... tug... tug... rrrrrrrip.
Fucking A.
It was too late to find another pair, and I didn't think not having a tongue in one shoe would really affect things too much. Turns out it didn't... but the supports did! Because Doc Martens, while wonderful, are absolute and utter hell to break in, especially on my heels, and when you raise the footbed, you change the place where your heel connects with the leather. I will spare you accounts of me hobbling though Evanston today, though it was tragic and pathetic, and I will definitely spare you imagery of what I found when I took my shoes off this evening. Suffice to say, I am in the market for new shoes that I can wear everywhere, walk a few miles in and still look awesome.
Which means... dammit, Docs. You treat me so bad, but I wish I knew how to quit you.
Liberty of London print boots!!! They're vaguely medieval, which would totally go with the custom backpack I just received from Timbuk2!
Sepia wingtip ankle boots with heel, SHRIIIIIIIIEK. (ATTN
swankyfunk.) Also in purple!
Oops, you're supposed to have three points in a bulleted list, but I'm in no shape to go digging up more possibilities, because then we'd be here all night. But if I can do more than hobble tomorrow, there may be a trip to the local Doc Martens store, just to try on what I can. Because a ladyjourno needs good shoes, right? It's an occupational hazard. (As is strenuously avoiding the Fluevog store, which is only a few doors down.)
(My other fashion resolution for this year, since I'm running out of places to buy basics, is to shop more on Etsy. Because being a grad student isn't going to stretch my budget enough?)
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