What a wonderful day to head out to the water!

Yesterday I realized that my nine-year-old converse shoes had finally given their last breath. It’s possible that I may be able to repair them, but they certainly won’t ever look the same. It’s silly to love a pair of shoes, but I don’t think I’ve ever owned an item of “clothing” that long in my life. I remember being in high school, and buying them with money earned from mowing lawns. I’m sorry that you ripped in half, dear converse. Thank you for nine years of memories, I hope we can have a bit more time together. I’m sorry if you have to become duct-taped.