I banish thee, evil pointe shoes from Hell.

A tale of my most dramatic pointe shoe death yet.

So, in a recent post, I said:

I'm really really liking the Gamba 93's a lot better than any other shoe I've had recently. Of course, by saying this, I have forced them to do something totally wonky and strange in class tomorrow that will make me hate them. We'll see.

I was totally right. In class on Wednesday, we were doing something totally simple across the floor. Like pique walks with a little developpe through, I think. I hear a loud snap as I step up on pointe. Hmm. That came from my general shoe area, didn't it? Great. I tell my teacher and she glances at my shoes. The whole midsole/outsole part of the shoe sort of popped out of the back of the shoe. I took the shoes off and did the rest of the class in flat shoes.


We later figured out (after some attempts at creative gluing on the almost new shoes; no luck) that the snapping sound was probably a staple/nail popping out of the shank and/or breaking, but that the shank didn't actually break. It just sort of exploded out of the shoe. I'm not happy about this. We ordered another pair of Gamba's today, but if they're weird and fast dying this time (which they probably will be) it's basically gonna have to be Gaynor Mindens for Selly. I'm stuck wearing an old new (had them left over from all the pairs for my summer intensive, I've had them forever, but never worn them) pair of the Russian Pointes which I am hating more and more. Yeah... :(

Stay on your toes,

Selly