To everything there is a season, it’s past for these shoes….and just when they were getting comfortable.
The brand name Faded Glory seems prescient to look at them now, but once upon a time they were new, had that new smell, ran, worked, played, and at the end of day they could relax and rest a little, and I thought they were indeed glorious.
I kind of have a hard time spending money on myself, seems like there’s more important things it can be used for.
Not as though I don’t have a pair of work boots, but never really paid much attention to shoes – if it isn’t the time to part ways now then winter for sure as seams are coming apart and the soles are so thin you can feel a grain of sand through them.
I suppose I could have them bronzed and use them for bookends but that would probably cost more than a new pair at the Shoe Shoppe I visit, and they’re too big to tie the shoelaces together and hang from the truck mirror.
Thought about duct taping them also and going for a record, but got “the look” for that so wisdom dictates moving on.
Gotta admit though I’m rough on shoes and clothes with the kind of work I do and come home pretty dirty at times, but it’s an honest dirt, the kind that washes off, so I don’t sweat the small stuff.
Had someone ask me not long ago if the shoes represented native pride, I could have easily gotten a little aggravated about that as the intent in asking wasn’t known, could have been an attempt at humor or being snarky, but I went the serene Buddha route instead calmly replying that no they didn’t as we have long understood neither shoes nor clothes make the man, only what he does.