At last, purely by chance, they appeared on sale in my size at a store across the street from my apartment at the beginning of 2008. I snatched them up, feeling less like I had spent money than that I had won some kind of prize.
Saturday I decided to take my life in my hands and go to a cobbler. Or actually my boyfriend said he wanted to get the soles on his winter boots repaired and I made him carry my shoes, too.
Every time I go to the tailor or the cobbler I imagine it is going to cost $10. I don’t know where I got this, especially considering I have been to a tailor and a cobbler maybe twice in my life before and every time it costs way more than that. But $10 seems right.