My ballet flats have finally gone to shoe heaven. It suffered from multiple lacerations and fractures before succumbing to its fate.
Time of death was pronounced when I was walking to a new Wanton Mee stall near the office and I realised that my shoe is plopping onto the ground strangely. One glance to the back and lo and behold, the right sole of the shoe was hanging limply by the edge. I went straight back and applied two strips of cellophane tape to each sides of the bottom of the shoe for some last ditch hold. By the time I got home, they were unceremoniously dumped in the garbage bin.
RIP, my dear flats.