Time Zero III: Some Things Are Not Worth the Sacrifice
I bought these shoes a few years ago from a highly charismatic little old man who owns a shoe store in Brookline, MA, and within hours of their purchase I knew they were a bad idea. They don't really fit me right, they give me blisters, and when do I wear anything with heels, anyway? But those damned rounded toes were so cute, and that brown and pink was so charming, and it was such a beautiful spring/summer day, on which any item of footwear that was not a winter boot seemed to sing with joy and possibility, that I could not help myself.
I think I have worn them about three times since then, never for more than minutes at a stretch. Today I actually cut short a walk because they were hurting me so much, but that was okay because a little while after I took this picture and sat down to rest my feet I saw the two baby raccoons I had noticed hiding under an SUV on Monday. This time they were investigating an empty drink container next to some dumpsters.
Tragically, I did not manage to get a picture of them, as they are rather skittish and -- I surmise -- orphaned. Poor babies. I hope they grow up soon and learn a little street savvy. At least they have each other's pointed little noses to nuzzle.