Slingback

A moment's consideration for the copper-toned slingbacks, worn this week after months of hibernation (with the exception of that romantic little vacation break) — my favourite shoes ever! — now on their last legs. (Pictured here in happier days.)

I loved your subtle points, the way you swooshed sexily around my ankle. You were the perfect height, your heel slender yet solid. Your flexible sole carried me along through some difficult times. You fit me like a glove.

Almost three glorious years we've had! We had a rough patch in our second summer, when your heel needed mending and I couldn't be sure it was worth the cost. Forgive me! It was such a small price to extend our time together.

Remember that time on the beach in Varadero? Our last great adventure. Today you let spill a few grains of Cuban sand from your seams, and it brought a smile to my face.

It's been a difficult week for footwear. These are days in which there are sightings within minutes of each other of both fur-topped boots and flip-flops. But you handled the situation perfectly and with finesse.

I need to replace you, but this year's model is a little too tall, too flashy, bares a little too much toe. I can't bear to be parted from you just yet. Please, one more walk together...