One of the more cringeworthy running jokes in my circle is how incredibly difficult it is for me to buy shoes. Some say now that it's as hard for me to decide on a pair of shoes as it is for me to decide on husbands. And then once I find something I like, I wear them into the ground.
Oh, let's face it. I'll make the off-color joke and spare you from feeling guilty.
So, yes, those pretty new Earth shoes are awesome.
The previously loved ones by Demonia are toast, the four-inch platform I can no longer depend on, and I fit right under Jacob's armpit again (yes, that man who doesn't like shoes much either).
Now if this isn't a metaphor for something, I really don't know what is.