Or is it "was" a man? Okay that's gonna bug me all day.
You know why I wish I
were was a man? Because when their favorite shoes go out on em they just take em to the shoe shop. (or go buy the same kind). Because they can....
(and they don't wear gold shoes)...at least no one I know does.
My old faith fulls have lost their oomph. HUMPH.....
Even my sister said, "Kendall, those things have gotta go"
I CAN'T! NO PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME THROW THEM AWAY!!!
Shoes only a mother could love. I've had these for 6 yrs. now. They've walked the streets of Europe with me, they've been there for the wedding of my oldest daughter and the births of my two grandchildren. They've hiked the rocky roads of some neighborhoods, gone to Scott Antiques with me, been to the Atlanta Mart a multitude of times. They were even there throughout the building of my home and have a very special nook in my closet in their honor. They've taken me to Napa, San Francisco, New York, San Diego, the Bahamas, toured the Abacos, gone on cruises with me, even climbed the Himalayas (just kiddin).... they've taken me SOOOOO many places. Please don't let me give up on them. I'm going to try my last ditch effort and gold leaf them myself. I'll let you know how that turns out.
In the meantime, anyone out there know a good shoe shop? Cause all of my shoe doctors say they can't be revived and that I need to pull the plug.
R.I.P. ? my favorite Manolos.