they can do no wrong in my eyes.
before i graduated college, like many, i had some time on my hands. i had a varied schedule. i went on runs at 10:30 AM and off to the mall at 2 PM (oh the glorious life of a college senior!). my life was an amazing, flexible, do what i want, magical dream. so, naturally, a few weeks before graduation i found myself in the mall right before lunchtime, wandering around looking for a graduation dress and shoes. for the latter i went to see an old and reliable friend, steve madden. it was on this day that i bought my most trusty, well-worn, dare i say, loved, pair of shoes. my black peep toes. a boring purchase, for sure, but a necessary, and still pretty, purchase. a purchase that had miles in it.
i walked through graduation in these shoes. down the aisle, across the stage, with diploma in hand, never daring to trip. i wore them as my scum-of-the-earth ex-boyfriend insulted me as he stood nearby, gleefully taking advantage of the fact that i was in earshot. they supported me as i stood, stoic and silent, pretending i heard nothing. and before my graduation, just a few days before, i stood in them as we put my grandma to rest. i stood, stoic and silent, pretending i hadn't seen my dad's tears fall, as we good irish catholics tend to do.
i wore them to my friend's wedding in atlanta. and to my friend's wedding in pennsylvania. and that wedding in miami. and the other one in rhode island. and one in philly. and to the rehearsal dinner for that other one in new orleans. (as i list these, somewhere, silently, my bank account is weeping). all of these friends, who have given me the privilege of watching them say i do on their wedding days. these shoes have been there for all of them.
i wear them on most thanksgivings. and most christmas eves, come to think of it. i have worn them on countless dates, and danced in them until the wee hours of the morning more times than i can count.
they have been everywhere, they have done everything. my cobbler has only re-heeled them once. in this life, ladies, you truly only need one pair of amazing black peep toes. make it count.
and it is through these shoes that i feel i can cite an example of this: the importance of my shoe stories. these stories seem, at times, silly and vapid. i post soliloquies to my shoes as others pour their hearts out to their spouses, children, friends. but it's not really about the shoes, you see? my shoe museum, while beloved, could burn down tomorrow and i wouldn't miss a thing. i would lose nothing.
we own our possessions. they don't own us.
and from my shoes i alone have these memories. they don't own those memories, i do. memories of the miles i've walked. of my graduation, or the weddings of dear friends, or my grandma's burial. or a random, peaceful day that makes up the blissful end of college. i could lose all my shoes, or grow out of them, or give them away tomorrow. but still it would remain - the purpose they served, the fun i had in them, and the memories i created as they chauffeured me around will never leave me. the places they have taken me are worth every penny i've spent on them and then some.
like i said: you only need one pair of amazing black peep toes in this life - make it count.