Friday I wore heels to work.
It's not like I had a lot of choice - after all, my go-to shoes were broken. I guess I could have worn sneakers or crocks, but I went with heels.
It turns out I've hurt myself far too many times to wear heels all day. (Saturday I wore crocs.)
Friday night I went back to the store where I'd bought the shoes and said, "I bought these in the fall. I realize that's outside of your return period, but these are clearly defective and I'm hoping there's something you can do."
If they'd said there was nothing they could do, I would have gone home and approached the manufacturer. I didn't need to - they took the shoe and sent it away to have the soul re-glued.
Now, it's not back yet, so it could still be a problem, but I'm cautiously optimistic.
(And I bought another pair of shoes on Saturday.)
In the kitchen
3 hours ago