Til Death Do Us Part

When was the last time you wore—and loved—something so much it fell apart?

The other day, I was bending over to (try to) touch the floor in my dance class—stretching my hamstrings and audibly yowling from the discomfort of it all. As I was breathing into the bend, pretending I could elegantly make contact with my palms (I could not), I noticed the hole in my left Adidas sneaker, around my big toe. Not huge, but getting there. …