Goodbye, old friends.



When I first visited my sister and her husband in Frankfurt (2012), I went to this amazing store called  Primark. I equate this Irish store to the US's Forever 21 or the UK's TopShop. It's an affordable clothing store that has very trendy and fashionable clothes and accessories. I spent around €300 on new pants, shirts, blazers, cardigans, shoes, and dresses. In short, I created a new wardrobe for myself.

After that trip, I think I really created my "fashion identity". These amazing shoes have become a staple in my outfits. They're comfortable, they're pretty, and they're my favourites. Alas, after the past three-ish years of wear and tear, I think they're ready for me to say goodbye. 

I've done some research on the subject and have learned that Nike has a Reuse-A-Shoe program and that Edmonton's Salvation Army (a society I rarely support because of its stance on homosexuality and, well, marriage equality) have shoe recycling programs! While Nike's Reuse-A-Shoe program collects athletic shoes, Edmonton's Salvation Army Thrift Store warehouse has a recycling depot that will:
divert millions of pounds of unsalvageable donations from landfills. We recycle fabric, shoes, leathers, belts, purses, books, metal, cardboard, soft and hard toys.
So while this spring and summer may be the last time I wear these adorable shoes, I know that I can take them to the Salvation Army to find the proper way to recycle them.

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