The Saga of the Elf Boots

In 2020, I would never have even given this situation a passing thought.

OK, maybe I would have, but only because the object of the decision is something to which I have a little bit of an emotional attachment.

It might be helpful for me to explain what is going on, huh?

As you know, I have made a commitment to purchase no new clothes, shoes or accessories in 2021.

Cue complication: Just yesterday, one of my favorite little brown suede boots which I call affectionately my “elf boots”, broke. It’s the second time this has happened: one of the leather straps broke when I was pregnant in 2016. I just pulled a little tighter and made a new hole. This time, even that workaround popped.

Not to mention that the heels are nearly worn off, which is making them slightly less comfortable to wear for long periods.

I do not own a lot of shoes. I purchased these shoes for more money than I usually spend on shoes, because at my place of employment, where I worked pre-scalawag, I had been given a cash-equivalent gift card and esteemed that I really could use that gift to afford these nice boots, which can be worn two ways (floppy like an elf or upright like Robin Hood) and which I genuinely loved them. These boots are from 2013. I still love them as much as I did then.

Pre-scalawag, I worked at a radio station and talked on-air about the saleslady who helped me choose the shoes. She was amazingly helpful, which, let me assure you, is a rare thing in France. I made the point to my co-host that good client service costs nothing but means everything. That comment got tons of feedback from listeners and started a little “random acts of kindness” movement in town. That is my emotional attachment to these shoes: they remind me of a great part of my pre-scalawag professional life.

These shoes are now almost unwearable but they still bring me joy!

So what do I do? I have always heard that nowadays it costs more to get shoes repaired than it does to buy new, but anyway, I can’t buy new, 2021 resolution oblige. So I either discard them, or I find out how much it will cost to get them repaired.

I am not thrilled with the idea of trudging across town to a shoe repair shop, especially when my hours sans-scalawag are already short, only to find that it will cost a small fortune to get the shoes repaired.

I have set a sum in my mind as the absolute maximum I would be willing to spend on these boots to get them fixed. I guess I just need to get up the drive to do my trudging.

More to come in the saga of the elf boots…

Published by Lily Fields

I am passionate about contentment. This is a challenge, because I am equally passionate about progress. I get up at 4:00AM to chip away at a solution to this monolithic problem: how to make progress on my contentment. Born and raised in the USA, I married a French philosophy teacher in 1999. We have lived in France since 2007. We stayed young and carefree until life threw us two curveballs in the form of little humans one after another in 2015 and 2017 respectively. Now I am a slightly older, slightly more exhausted version of myself, but with mystery stains on my walls and a never-ending pile of laundry.

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