For everything there is a season: there is a time to buy new shoes (ie, all the time), and a time to say goodbye. This autumn I sighed over my adored little ballet flats. There was no way around it. I had to face facts. They were trashed, completely and utterly.
And when it comes to trashed shoes, I am utterly ruthless. Though they served me well in their time – so soft and comfy, so ladylike and elegant – and made my feet look quite petite, these Supersoft walking shoes by Diana Ferrari were truly on their last legs.
Early one morning I took them out of the house, and tenderly placed them amongst the autumn leaves shed by the great elm above to capture their last moment of glory.
And then I threw them in the bin.
I already have their replacements, two pairs of suede Mary-Jane flats, one black, one red. Stay tuned.