Last autumn, I had purchased an adorable pair of black boots on clearance. They had the perfect little heal, and a stylish bow on one side. So cute!
There was only one problem. They were loud. Like really loud.
Like when I walk through a supermarket, people turn to glare at me, because my loud walking makes them cringe. And think angry thoughts. And maybe even consider throwing things… at me.
One woman even confronted me, exclaiming, “Oh my gosh, I can’t even hear myself think!” Or something to that affect. I don’t remember the entire conversation, because I was pretty much too horrified at the time. (I did try to look around for someone else to blame, but I swear that everyone was wearing flip flops and slippers to the grocery store that day. Some help those other shoppers were…).
So I learned how to practically tip-toe my way across pavement and tile. It didn’t get rid of the problem completely, although I’m pretty sure that I no longer was as loud as an elephant wearing tap-shoes.
And then yesterday happened…
Apparently all this tip-toeing wore my shoes out the wrong way, because they now squeak when I walk across carpet. It’s a loud squeaking, which brings back memories of walking through old bookstores. Except my shoes are squeaking instead of aged wooden floor-boards, so the romance really isn’t there even if the sound is.
“I just don’t know what I’m going to do,” I moaned to Nate. “I can’t walk without announcing to the world that I’m coming.”
Nate squinted his eyes, looking at me as though I had two heads. “Hmmm, why don’t you just buy a new pair of shoes?”
Well… Because I just never thought of that, that’s why.
Happy Friday! 🙂