I thought everyone on the planet understood the rules of women and their favourite shoes…
Apparently not.
My favourite wooden cloggy sandals started to pull apart (as most of my slide on shoes do from my high instep), so I sent them to the cobbler we’ve been using for boots, etc. Nick observed that the heels were a little worn and I agreed, but I told him that with the way the sole came up on the back they couldn’t really be fixed. I just wanted the upper resewn onto the shoe. So he either called me or told me that night that the cobbler said the heels needed replacing and he gave the OK. I didn’t like it, but it was already done.
I dreamed that the shoes got fucked up that night. I dreamed that the cobbler had covered the whole wooden sole of the shoes with felt. Weird. Too bad it was a premonition. :-/
Anyway, Nick brings them home yesterday and I was dismayed to find that my favourite summer shoes were totally trashed.
The cobbler, who is about 100 years old and should know better, had ground off the heels and put on ugly flat soles. He did this because, as I said, the sole came up on the back of the heel, which was what gave the shoe its DESIGN, dammit. So, he ground off the heels and put on thick ugly flat soles, which was bad enough, but when I put them on… OMFG, he totally did NOT balance the heels at all. They were ground off unevenly and they were unwearable. The right one listed to the left and the left one’s heel didn’t even touch the floor levelly. WTF?
The shoes, which are the same as these I’m buying to replace them [gods bless eBay!!], are wooden platform clogs with a 3.5″ heel. You can NOT wear something like this unless it’s properly balanced. You could break an ankle, no lie.
So, I take the damn shoes back to the old coot today and try to explain WHY my shoes are fucked. He’s looking at me like I’m insane. I try to explain the importance of balance when the shoes are wooden and he’s totally unapologetic and really does not seem to get the fact that he RUINED a perfectly good pair of shoes. He offers to put MORE ugly black sole on them and “level them up”. I just look at him. I told him that the way I see it, both he AND Nick owe me a new pair of shoes. He did not offer to do that or to give me my money back, either.
Fucker.
Needless to say, Nick got yelled at again today and he’s not only buying that replacement pair on eBay, but he’s buying me a beautiful pair of 3″ wooden clogs by Two Lips from zappos.com. [update 5/09: these are still my favourite dressy high heels. :-) ]
So there.
I feel somewhat mollified, but just DAMN. I can’t believe an old coot of a cobbler would do something that stupid and I can’t believe Nick would let him. ::rolls eyes::
Men. Sometimes ya gotta wonder…