Attachment to worn out shoes
I have a very bad attachment to my shoes - not so much those that I can donate or pass on, but very much to those that I have worn the heck out of and are probably begging me to let them be at rest. It takes me about 6 months to tear myself away.
The first time I wore out a pair of shoes was at the age of 26. I remember them clearly. They were a pair of white open top, criss-cross leather sandals by Cole Haan. I wore them to the the ground - they were splitting apart from the base and the sole and looked like an animal had chewed them up. I was in tears when I finally put them in the garbage.
I purchased them not too long after I had started a new career at the age of 23. These shoes had accompanied me on my first trip to Hawaii, carried me through many summers, looked fantastic dressed up or down, and were so comfortable that I thought they were made especially for me. I made a lot of memories in those shoes, and wearing them always brought a smile to my face as I recalled where I'd been.
I write this as I prepare myself to let go of another pair of beloved shoes, the 5th of those I'm terribly attached to - my Adidas ballet sneakers. I purchased them 3 years ago and while they are the only shoes to give me bad foot odor (sorry, TMI - really odd though because I never have this problem), we battled through and it thankfully stopped. I bought these the year I got married, and we traveled to Korea, New York, Las Vegas, and Seattle together. They are the cutest things and now it's time to move on. Similar to my other shoes that I've worn out, I find it very difficult to replace, so I will let my heart heal a bit until I'm ready to look for another pair.