there is nothing that will put your life into perspective quite like cleaning your sneakers. after a weekend away. at a festival. where cleanliness is not common.
my not-so-black-anymore vans sneakers, with skull-lined inner fabric, lay at the bottom on my stairs for 3 days. caked with mud and looking more bent up than usual. which is saying a lot.
i was under the impression that a quick banging together would rid the shoes of their disdainful appearance. and most of the mud and festival dust. but taking the cleaning process a step further revealed the worst.
my sneakers were heinous.
some water, sunlight soap and a less than energetic scrub released the vile sole-living demons of my lower shoe. it smelt like my high school bathrooms. where sanitary bin cleaning day was not everyday.
gagging. but still cleaning.
need. shoes. to. wear.
must. bear. with. smell.
i gave up after a while, even though the saturated shoes belched out muddiness into my spattered bathtub. repeatedly. after several washes.
they are now on the balcony sunning themselves, while i contemplate the mess i got them (and myself) into last weekend.
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Hi there!
Found you on Matador!
A good pair of shoes, no matter how dirty or heinous is hard to give up!
I recently had to bid farewell sadly to a pair of mine, after the cobbler who patched them up 3 times before finally told me, no more!
i know!
i am struggling to accept that i might have to say goodbye soon. for now i will just have to deal with cleaning them :)
sorry to hear about yours. surviving 3 patch ups is impressive!
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