Old Blue Shoes

I had been meaning to replace them late last year, then in January ... and February ... and March. But by the time retail shopping shut down last month I still hadn't bought a new pair of running shoes to replace my beat-up, ratty-looking old ones.

It's not as if I couldn't purchase a pair of replacements online. But I like to try on shoes before buying them.

So I soldier on, hoping the toe hole won't grow much larger, hoping that the soles won't shed any more rubber, that the heels won't grow any lumpier than they are now.

Making do. It's what we do now.

(This title a tip of the hat to New Blue Shoes, one of Claire's favorite books when she was a little girl.)