Thursday, June 11, 2009

I bought a pair of these shoes last spring. They are not pretty, but they are the most comfortable shoes I’ve ever worn. I bought them because I knew I was trying to get pregnant and I wore a hand-me-down pair when I was pregnant with Jesse (that I got from Jaynee). They have lovely soft soles and mesh uppers that not only allow the feet to get air, but stretch to accommodate the swelling. (Although, my feet did outgrow the shoes at the end because of the swelling - I was reduced to flip flips in the last two weeks.)

Anyway, I love the shoes, but I sort of ruined them with the stink of sweaty, pregnant feet. I knew they were sort of stinky and I Febrezed them before our week at the OBX. But the sad truth of it was brought home to me when we were at the beach. I wore them on the day we visited the Wright Bros. Memorial. When we got home I took them off and left them in the bedroom. Later that night, when I went to the bedroom for some reason, I was met with the smell of… pausing to laugh because I know you won’t believe me ... corn chips. My shoes smelled like Fritos.

Cut to being back home and my desire to wear the shoes to work. But they smell bad enough that I can smell them when I wear them - the mesh, you know. Totally gross, right? And I knew the Febreze wasn’t going to cut it. Determined not the toss the shoes and knowing it is not in our budget to buy a replacement pair, I did a quick search for new innersoles and found some. No link, because I bought them at CVS and I can’t remember what the brand is.

The gist of the story is that the new innersoles are great - they feel like the originals and fit into the shoes well. The only problem is that they squeak. I’m not talking a quiet little squeak every once in a while. I’m talking sonic boom squeaking with every step. I have started calling them my Inspector Clouseau shoes - there’s no sneaking up on anyone when I’m wearing them. I’m almost embarrassed by them. Almost.