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So, y'all know about my shoe fetish, right? Well, the bane of my existence - and the existence of any woman who both loves high heels and drives - is the dread black heel. Even if the floor mats of your car are clean, you will get the black heel, because the carpet rubs the leather, or deposits miniscule flecks of dirt. My very favorite shoes, my wedge espadrilles, will never be right again - the rope on the back of the right shoe is black, and I have no idea how to clean it. I am reluctant to wear my incredibly gorgeous Stuart Weitzmans ($375 retail, picked up for fifty bucks at Last Chance) because the alligator on the back of the right shoe is already starting to get flaky.
I thought about inventing something to combat the problem. First point of order, of course, is looking to see whether or not it's been done. It has. Not only done, done by a company in Tempe, Arizona, and sold locally (and ONLY sold locally here and in Chicago) by the shoe repair shop I just happen to use. At which I just HAPPENED (seriously - this is a total coincidence) to have dropped off my red Steve Maddens yesterday to have new tips put on the heels, and am picking them up tomorrow. At which time I shall ALSO be buying a heel shield. Hooray for serendipity!
I thought about inventing something to combat the problem. First point of order, of course, is looking to see whether or not it's been done. It has. Not only done, done by a company in Tempe, Arizona, and sold locally (and ONLY sold locally here and in Chicago) by the shoe repair shop I just happen to use. At which I just HAPPENED (seriously - this is a total coincidence) to have dropped off my red Steve Maddens yesterday to have new tips put on the heels, and am picking them up tomorrow. At which time I shall ALSO be buying a heel shield. Hooray for serendipity!