Byron and I were cleaning out our closets yesterday, moving our fall/winter things to the forefront (about time) and our spring/summer things to the back (I thought this day would never come). I took the opportunity to be "real" with myself and get rid of things I hadn't worn in a few years. I was putting some things aside when Byron noticed these shoes and said I had to take and picture and blog about them. You see, these shoes have a story. They've been the best shoe friend I've had in a long time. When I came home from my mission in December of 2002, all the clothes I had worked so hard to acquire during the previous years had vanished. This didn't matter to me though since I thought the clothes I had worn home on the plane where really the only things a girl could need. I mean they're just things to cover your body right? (I was living on a higher plane at the time). The story of my first trip to the mall after coming home is a blog in itself so I'll just leave it with saying that it took me less than 30 seconds upon entering the mall to realize the reality of my situation. My parents had realized my plight long before I did and were so wonderful to give me money to start over and get some clothes before heading out to BYU. Among the things I bought were 3 pairs of shoes. Brown boots, and two pairs of black shoes including the ones pictured above. These shoes were my staples. I loved them. I wore the pictured shoes every Sunday. Many days to school. Over the next few years, I wore them every day to work. They expanded with my feet during my pregnancy. I even continued to wear them after the elastic had broken on the sides. I couldn't find another pair their equal! A big event for me was even close to being ruined because these shoes were not ready from the Shoe Repair Shop when they said they would be and I really had nothing else to put on my feet. I had to borrow my sister's shoes which are 2 sizes bigger than mine and stuff tissue at the toe and slide around most of the night. Is it sad and pathetic? Yes? Is it true? Yes again. One day after going through 9 months of pregnancy and 4 months of reclaiming my sanity after having a baby, I looked around and realized I was quickly becoming outdated. No wait, I wasn't becoming, I was outdated. These shoes that had been my friend and ally were no longer "cool". I just couldn't bare to part with them though. I mean, if I threw them away, what would that say about me? What kind of cold hearted person so quickly discards something that has given them so much? Well, apparently me. After not wearing them for 2 years, I've made the call. They smell, they're broken, threads are sticking out on them, and it's time to say good bye. I just want you to know friend, you're the best. Thanks for sticking with me through it all. It'll be a long time before I can call another shoe "friend".