I’ve developed fairly consistent preferences when it comes to shoes. When the weather warms up, I switch from the black, block-heel boots I wear all winter to the traditional horesebit loafers.
Then, during the summer, I wear slip-on slider sandals until September, when it’s time to break out the loafers. You can only imagine my horror when I realized I had to give up my beloved leather loafers last fall this weekend, the first time it felt genuinely plausible to go outside without wearing knee-high boots and cozy socks.
They had been in my possession for at least five years, and given the amount of use they receive, they were beginning to show their age. I promised myself, “I’ll buy myself .
VELVET MARY JANES