Ode To My Dansko Shoes
I have worn my shoes for over 10 years.
My Dansko’s. My black Dansko’s that go with nearly every outfit I own.
If you know me, you know that my clothes are functional. Only recently have I begun to branch out into the fashion world.
But with my Dansko’s, I always felt like I had my foot in the door of the fashion world.
My parents bought me my first pair of Dansko’s and my second pair of Dansko’s.
They make me feel like an adult. Not that I need to feel any more adult with my 36th birthday rapidly approaching.
I realized something was amiss a few weekends ago when my foot began to feel like a sponge. We were walking with some friends to an outlandish restaurant.
I looked down at my trusty shoes and saw something sticking out.
It looked like a garden staple.
No wonder these shoes have lasted so long.
Upon further inspection, I discovered a crevice. A deep, wide crack through the sole of my shoe.
Determined to persevere, I walked.
It became increasingly harder to perform such a simple task, though.
My socks were rapidly hydrating like a camel at an oasis. Soon, similar symptoms were adopted by my other foot.
And I thought to myself. Genius.
Dansko’s are so well designed that the pair meets its demise on the same day. The left doesn’t want to miss out on what is going on with the right.
Forget the long drawn out death of a shoe where things gradually fall off. No. My Dansko’s made a swift decline, so as to prevent me from sulking from such an obvious and laborious death.
That is a good pair of shoes.
I appreciate you hearing my pain. Reading my story. Feeling my loss.
Let’s be silly. Show me your favorite pair of shoes. Where have they taken you? What is your favorite memory that happened while you were wearing them?