Two days ago I said goodbye to my sandals.
How long I have made so many airline travel, travel, walks, rides, days at sea, slipping, falling (?).
My sandals lumberjack. Those with the leather strap and the seat of the plantar brown undefined. Sometimes they are too wet and despite the Macumba people pulled me above, lasted. "If you wet the leather then it hardens and breaks! Do you come off the laces." Fuck.
I put them up to a week ago. Then when I went to pick them up .. one was gone .. destroyed .. flaked ..
Oh well. I have a little 'disappointed.
How long with me? Ie .. I think since 2005. Madonna, this does NOT understand how someone with purchases, does not follow fashion and that things will break if the buy it again. A stingy.
Pero 'fond of me and the things I use and Straus, why make me another pair of new shoes then?
Because it was now! My mother reminds me that in reality 'sti fucking sandals've got away from the June 6, 2003 that are left for Verona to attend the concert of Bjork!
I got these deals in order to live better than the summer temperature and not to hurt my feet, perhaps trying not to disfigure the face of pop star that would surely wear a dead animal as usual by way 'of costumes.
Then it was time! It was about time! I'm sorry but that is' what the fuck! But then I really lousy shape, away!
And now I have others. Pero 'ever will not last six years. After being worn by the foot came off the doodles. There.
Now that you know and want to reward myself think about my feet. O make me something that lasts six years.
slippers are fine too!