Junkii says I'm a cow when it comes to how I wear out my clothes. I'm beginning to think he's right. I tend to get holes in my socks faster than he does, and my clothes generally just don't last as long. So it should have come as no surprise when I got to work with a soaking wet sock this morning. That's right, my walking-to-work shoes seem to have developed a slow leak, and wicked up all the water from Ottawa's sidewalks during my short commute. How frustrating.
And it's not like they're cheap shoes, either. They're Clarks! And yet, here I am, after less than a year of daily wear (I didn't wear them in winter at all!) and there's a crack the size of the grand canyon running across the sole. Bollocks, I say. There's no pride in how things are manufactured. Things are clearly made to fail.
What's worse is that I had a hard time finding decent shoes to begin with; ones that were both stylish and comfortable. And now I've got to go out and do it all over again – drop another C-note for yet another pair of shoes to wear with office casual.
I guess it's true. I can't have nice things.