Bathtime!

While walking miles and miles a day may be great for the environment and your health, it can be murder on your shoes. Mine have an especially tough go of it -- not only do they make their way over the better part of Jo'burg, but they also get dragged through mud, sloshed by dank puddles and paraded down dusty paths. It doesn't take long of wearing a new pair until I look down (often during a business meeting) and see that I've got cruddy shoes and filthy ankles. Plus it's hell on heels. I have to avoid heels flat-out during my commute and not because they're uncomfortable -- I grew up strutting around in my grandmother's hand-me-down Ferragamos -- but because I wear out the heel tips in a day or two. But in the spirit of the new year, I got my heels repaired by the man on the street with the little suitcase in my neighborhood, and came home and gave 8 pairs a soapy, happy bath.

Lookout Jo'burg...we're hitting the streets.