The Red Shoes

It's a sad day. My red shoes need to be put out to pasture.


I love these shoes. I bought them about 4 years ago on an impromptu trip to Urban Outfitters before I met up for a dinner date with Abs. They were perfect: a lightweight peep toe-wedge, featuring cute cutouts, and of course, were red. Like a LBD, I think every gal needs a good pair of red shoes.

The Red Shoes just called out to me, and I remember I found it odd that they lacked a brand name and their box was just the plain, blank white variety. I know they came in an vanilla color as well, that I believe my friend Krissy later purchased.

They have lived a good life with me. The elastic next to the buckle has been repaired nearly 10 times and they always pulled through. However, I am beginning to walk out of them from the uber-stretched elastic strap and the wedge is looking like hippopotamus skin.

Rest in peace my favorite shoes. You completed many outfits, took me to my first post-college job, were captured in our engagement pictures, and of course, were part of my daily life. And I thank you for that.