All good things come to an end, like the cheery ripe you’ve been saving for a week to have tonight, or those bargain basement shoes that you’ve been wearing so much you give Forrest Gump a run for his money (no pun intended).
For the past weeks, my thongs (flip flops, not to get anyone distressed here) have been on the way out, well actually they’ve gone kapeesh! Every time that I walk I need to make time for the fact the bit that covers the foot will fall from its hole.
I’ll be casually walking and then boom! Bringing me closer to tripping over the flat ground in front of me.
Indeed it has been an annoying but I can’t bear to depart with my dearest thongs, with their oh so casual look in the excessively hot (read: 26 degrees Celsius) days. Paired with my shorts, they were a perfect match.
But nothing lasts forever, especially in shoes.
Now I know how Carrie Bradshaw felt.
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