Shopping for shoes is slightly above going to the dentist on the things I'd like to do to kill an hour or three. And that's even when I'm in a country where they make shoes in my size...
Don't get me wrong. I love my shoes. But I tend to find a pair of shoes I like and just wear them into the ground. My last pair of fake crocs I had to finally give up on as I had worn holes in the soles of them. My work boots are ones I was given as part of my uniform when I worked part time in a hardware store while at Uni. The elastic is starting to go but other than that I still love them. My thongs are hand me downs (hand me ups?) from my Brazilian neighbour's daughter. She has quite a defined style and none of the shoes her mum brought back from her last trip to Brazil suit that style so I lucked out and flip flop around the neighbourhood in style. All the shoes I have have stories like that that g with them. I get quite sentimental about my shoes.
I have always thought Japan was the perfect country to live in as a person who doesn't really co-ordinate with shoes. You take them off anywhere you go so as long as you have cute socks (I love socks and sock shopping) you're set.
Well, so I thought.
I have been wearing the same pair of slip on canvas sneakers pretty much everywhere I go for months now. They are comfy, easy on, easy off and black to boot. And black goes with everything, right? Can look casual or dressy, right? Perfect!
I noticed during the wet season that they had started letting in water and I know they look a little scruffier than they did when I bought them last October (on a coffee morning jaunt in Nagano with B, it was cold but not snowing yet- see a story!) but still, a nice comfy, well broken in pair of shoes? What's not to love?
I hadn't shared my shoes-in-Japan smugness with anyone and maybe just as well.
Today I was given a present.
A new pair of shoes.
By someone who felt sorry for me walking around in my broken down sneakers.
I tried to explain that it wasn't that I don't have the money for new shoes or even that I can't buy any in my size. I tried to explain the whole love your shoes to death shoe wearing thing.
But it just didn't translate. In any language.
So I made a big deal of throwing my old shoes in the bin then and there and appreciatively coming home in my shiny new shoes.
They're very nice.
They fit well.
They look very smart.
They're easy to get in and out of and they don't even let in water.
They look aeons smarter than my old shoes. And I'm sure they smell better, too.
But you know? I still miss my broke down sneakers.
I wonder if the rubbish has gone out yet?