13 Simple Tips of How to Spot Poor Quality Shoes Right On

Ideally, a new pair of shoes should be comfortable and fashionable. However, you may find a lot of options in footwear shops that meet these 2 criteria, but at the same time their quality is so bad that they won’t last long. We decided to find out what things you should pay attention to in order to choose a really high-quality pair.

Check the shoes for smudges and glue marks.

Manufacturers often use glue to stick together different parts of the shoe. If the glue is of high quality and the work is done properly, the pair will last a long time. However, small glue drips in the spots where parts meet or traces of glue on the surface indicate that you are looking at low-quality shoes and that there were issues during production.

When a part of the shoe, its sole or insole, comes off a bit, it means the shoemaker probably used bad or expired glue, and this pair will fall apart quickly.

Examine whether the pair is symmetrical.

Quality shoes in a pair should be symmetrical, and any differences between the right and left shoes most likely indicate a defect. To check this, you need to put the soles of both shoes together and see if they match in length and width.

It’s also worth putting the pair on the floor to understand whether the height and outline of the upper edge of the heel are symmetrical. If the soles are painted in different colors, check whether the paint is within the borders of the sole and whether the pattern matches. Gross irregularities in symmetry indicate that the manufacturer didn’t pay much attention to quality.

Check the seams carefully.

Any uneven or diverging seams make shoes look not that good. This happens if the manufacturer used too thin threads or the work was done poorly. As a result, such a pair will fall apart much faster. It’s also necessary to check the uniformity of stitches and the evenness of the seam itself.

If its line is curved or zigzag-looking, this means that the shoes you’re looking at are of poor quality and will lose their appearance in a couple of months. And zigzag-looking stitch is often used to hide the imperfections of the stitching.

Examine the heels.

The heel must be firmly attached to the sole and not wobble. It’s necessary to look at the shoes from the side. In good quality pumps, the high heels are positioned exactly under the center of the heel and touch the ground at a slight incline.

It’s worth looking carefully at the heels from behind – any deviation of the heels from the angle of 90⁰ indicates a defective product. Moreover, these shoes are simply dangerous to wear – this may lead to ankle injuries.

Loose eyelets are a bad sign.

Any metal or plastic parts on the shoe (especially those that come into contact with the skin) should be tightly fastened. Thus, it’s worth carefully examining the eyelets for laces. Although this defect is quite rare, it can lead to wearer’s injury.

You should also check how well any embellishments are attached to the shoe. If they fall off at one point, the pair won’t look good anymore.

Carefully inspect the inside of the shoe.

Some manufacturers save on the training of workers and don’t calibrate equipment before the production of a new product line. As a result, shoes, boots and sneakers may have seemingly insignificant defects such as wrinkles and creases. If these defects are small, they won’t cause much trouble to the wearer. But large creases can rub the skin while walking, which will lead to abrasions and blisters on the feet.

Examine the insoles.

Even if a shoe looks perfect from the outside, you need to scrutinize it from the inside too. If the insoles show small wrinkles and creases, this pair is likely to be uncomfortable to wear. In addition, you should carefully feel the insoles to make sure that there are no bubbles on them.

Another important thing is that there must be cushioning between the insole and the sole, especially in the toe and heel area. Otherwise, a long walk in these shoes will make not only your feet and legs sore, but also your back.

Check how the shoes smell.

Low-quality and cheap shoes often have a strong chemical odor. It’s best to refrain from buying this pair. But if shoes or boots exude the scent of leather, polish or wood, you’ve found the shoes of high quality.

Take a photo of the shoes.

Of course, shoes made of synthetic materials can also be of high quality, especially when it comes to sports models. But good shoes should ideally be made of leather. They are softer and fit better on the foot, which means they will be much more comfortable to wear.

However, the quality of leather also varies. Often, manufacturers don’t mention the type of leather they use to make shoes in order to keep costs down. To determine the quality of the product you are holding in your hands, you need to take a photo of the shoes and enlarge the image. If you can see pores on the leather, you can safely buy the shoes.

Bend the shoe a little bit.

You don’t need to knead your shoes too much, but you can bend the shoe slightly to see how flexible the sole is and whether it remains attached to the upper part when moved. In addition, it’s worth pressing the sides of the shoe a little bit. Throughout the day, our feet usually increase in size a little, so a quality pair should adapt to these changes.

Check how your shoes sound.

Most shoe shops have soft carpeting on the floor, so it’s a good idea to take a short walk on a harder surface before making a purchase. If the soles and heels make unpleasant clanking noises when you walk, you are likely to be wearing a low-quality pair. And platform or wedge shoes shouldn’t sound like there are voids inside the sole.

Examine the material of the sole and heel carefully.

Usually the sole of a really good quality pair is made of leather or good rubber. These shoes are comfortable to wear, and in addition, they almost don’t slip. At the same time, if the base of the sole is uneven, then these shoes will be uncomfortable.

In addition, it’s worth examining the material from which the heels are made. If the manufacturer used plastic or didn’t cover the heel with leather or fabric, then you are looking at a cheap product that is far from being perfect.

Rub the shoes with a cloth.

Sometimes manufacturers use poor quality leather dyes, which can leave marks on the skin or clothes. Therefore, before buying, you should carefully rub the shoes inside and outside, first with a dry cloth and then with a damp cloth. If there are no marks on the fabric, the shoes are okay.

And here’s a list of fashionable shoes that are not as cool as they look.

We Moved Away from My Controlling MIL, but Then a Court Notice Arrived — She Found Us and Claimed We Owed Her Unpaid Bills

I thought we were free. For months, I woke up in our new home, relishing the quiet, the privacy, and the relief of finally escaping my MIL. But just as I let my guard down, a knock at the door shattered that illusion. A lawsuit. A court summons. And the most terrifying part? She knew where we lived.

We had cut ties, erased our footprints, and built a life without her meddling in every moment. So how had she found us? And why was she claiming we owed her money?

An older woman sitting in her house | Source: Midjourney

An older woman sitting in her house | Source: Midjourney

As I stood there, the court papers trembling in my hands, I knew one thing for certain. Inga wasn’t done with us yet.

***

I ran my fingers along the window frame, staring out at the quiet street.

The house was just a modest rental with a creaky front porch and mismatched wallpaper. Nothing special.

But to me, it was a sanctuary. A fresh start.

Behind me, Max sat on the couch, flipping through a book while our seven-year-old son, Leo, played with his toys. He smiled while moving his toy car, but I could see the shadows under his eyes.

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A child playing with his toys | Source: Pexels

It had taken months for Leo to start sleeping without nightmares. Years of our lives had been twisted and manipulated by Max’s mother, Inga, who was an expert in control and overstepping boundaries.

I still remember the way she would push her way into our daily lives, no matter how much I tried to set boundaries. At first, she convinced Max that she just wanted to “help out” after Leo was born. She cooked meals, cleaned, and always seemed eager to babysit.

But the help quickly turned into control.

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An older woman smiling | Source: Midjourney

She made decisions for Leo without consulting us.

For instance, she once cut his hair because she thought it was “too long.” She even fed him snacks we explicitly asked her to avoid.

At night, she would creep into Leo’s room after he had fallen asleep, pressing kisses to his forehead, brushing his hair back, and whispering things I couldn’t hear. I can’t explain how invasive it felt.

A woman standing outside her grandson's room | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing outside her grandson’s room | Source: Midjourney

And she never knocked.

It didn’t matter if I was in the bedroom, bathroom, or the kitchen, Inga would just appear. Her presence loomed over our home like a storm cloud, suffocating me with unspoken judgment.

The worst part? She convinced Max that she was only trying to be close to her grandson.

“She’s just excited to be a grandmother,” Max would say whenever I complained. “She doesn’t mean any harm.”

A man sitting on his bed | Source: Midjourney

A man sitting on his bed | Source: Midjourney

But I saw it for what it was. Control.

While we were living on her property, she kept everything in her name, including the utility bills, the lease, and even the mailbox.

Every month, she would remind us of how much we owed her, even though we gave her cash for everything. And if we ever disagreed with her? She would weaponize it.

“I do everything for you,” she would say, voice dripping with disappointment. “And this is how you repay me?”

The day we packed our bags to leave, she stood in the doorway with her arms crossed.

An older woman standing in a doorway | Source: Midjourney

An older woman standing in a doorway | Source: Midjourney

“You’ll regret this,” she said.

That was months ago. Now, as I sat in our new home, listening to Leo hum quietly while stacking his Legos, I felt something close to peace.

But then… There was a sharp knock at the door.

My heart skipped a beat. For a split second, I imagined opening the door to my mother-in-law’s smirk.

But when I pulled it open, I found a man in a suit holding an envelope.

“Are you Sarah?”

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A man in a suit | Source: Midjourney

I nodded.

“You’ve been served.”

My fingers trembled as I took the document. A lawsuit notice. A court summons.

My heart pounded against my chest as I skimmed the accusations: unpaid utility bills, property damage, unlawful departure.

She had found us.

But how?

We had done everything right.

We’d changed numbers and deleted social media. We hadn’t told anyone where we were going. We’d cut her off completely.

Yet, somehow, Inga had found us.

A woman standing in a neighborhood | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing in a neighborhood | Source: Midjourney

I turned to Max, my hands clutching the papers. “She knows where we are.”

I showed Max the papers and watched his eyebrows furrow as he read them.

“It’s another power move,” he said. “But this time, it’s going to be her last.”

A bitter laugh bubbled in my throat. “She’s suing us for her bills, Max. Bills that were always in her name. How does she think she’s going to win this?”

Max exhaled sharply. “She doesn’t need to win. She just needs to make our lives miserable.”

A man standing in his living room | Source: Midjourney

A man standing in his living room | Source: Midjourney

And at that, she was succeeding.

I still remember how she told us not to go for a proper contract when we decided to move into her house.

“We’re family,” she said.

And now, she was suing the same family by lying that we didn’t pay her anything.

How could she stoop so low? What was she even thinking?

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A close-up shot of a woman’s face | Source: Midjourney

A few days later, Leo came home from school looking pale and upset.

“Grandma came to my school today,” he said. “She said she missed me and wanted to talk, but I asked the teacher to tell her to leave.”

My blood turned to ice.

I dropped to my knees in front of him, gripping his shoulders. “She talked to you?”

Leo shook his head quickly. “No. The teacher didn’t let her. But she saw me. She waved at me from the gate.”

An upset boy | Source: Midjourney

An upset boy | Source: Midjourney

That night, Leo tossed and turned, mumbling in his sleep, trapped in another nightmare.

And I knew this was all because of Inga. This had to stop. I couldn’t let her ruin our lives anymore.

The following morning, I stepped outside to grab the mail. And that’s when I learned about Inga’s final move.

Our mailbox had an electricity bill addressed to Max.

The date? After we had moved out of Inga’s house. She wanted us to pay for electricity we hadn’t even used.

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A woman holding a document | Source: Midjourney

I gripped the paper and stomped back into the house.

“She’s been running up charges in our name,” I told Max. “This is fraud.”

Max exhaled. “All she wants is to make us look like we’ve committed a grave sin by moving out…”

That’s when I realized what Inga was doing wasn’t just about money. This was about control. About dragging us into court and humiliating us.

But if she thought we were going to roll over and let her win, she was in for a surprise.

The day of the hearing arrived, and as we walked into the courtroom, I saw her sitting there.

She was ready for battle.

An older woman sitting in a courtroom | Source: Midjourney

An older woman sitting in a courtroom | Source: Midjourney

Soon, the performance began.

“I opened my home to them, I paid their bills, I took care of them… and they left me with nothing but ruin!” she sobbed theatrically, dabbing at dry eyes with a tissue.

I glanced at the judge. He wasn’t buying it.

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A judge in a courtroom | Source: Pexels

But then Inga went for the kill.

She turned toward Leo and gasped dramatically. “My own grandson won’t even look at me now. My heart is broken!”

That’s when Max’s hands clenched into fists. I guess he was done.

“Enough, Mom,” he spoke up. “You never paid for us. You took our money, claiming it was for bills, but you never actually paid them. And you deliberately ruined our rental history.”

He turned to the judge. “And we can prove it.”

I took out the stack of papers.

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A stack of papers | Source: Midjourney

The documents had a full record of every payment we had made. It was proof that we had always given Inga the money for the bills she claimed to have paid.

There was also a police report from the day we moved out, documenting Inga’s threats.

And a copy of the new electricity bill dated after we left.

Inga wasn’t ready for this. Her eyes widened the moment she saw us submitting the documents.

“No! This isn’t fair!” she shrieked, scrambling to her feet. “They lied! They manipulated everything! You can’t do this!”

An angry woman | Source: Midjourney

An angry woman | Source: Midjourney

The judge barely spared her a glance. “Sit down, or you’ll be held in contempt.”

Inga’s chest heaved. “I took care of them! I gave them everything! And this is how they repay me?!”

Max exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “We don’t owe you anything. Not anymore.”

The judge’s verdict was swift. Case dismissed.

And then? A formal warning against Inga for harassment.

A judge holding a gavel | Source: Midjourney

A judge holding a gavel | Source: Midjourney

Inga lost, and we won. But for some reason, it didn’t feel like a real win. I guess that was because Inga still knew our address, and she could still show up to our house or go to Leo’s school to meet him.

The following day, I told Max something he wasn’t expecting.

“We’re moving. For good this time.”

“What?” he blurted out. “Moving again?”

“That’s the only way to ensure your mother stays away from us,” I said, picking up my phone.

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A woman using her phone | Source: Pexels

I called our real estate agent and told him we needed to move somewhere else. Somewhere far away from this place.

Three weeks later, we settled into a beautiful house in a quiet, welcoming neighborhood. Leo laughed more, slept better, and finally felt safe.

Max, too, seemed lighter, especially when he received an unexpected call from a top firm in the area with a brilliant job offer.

For the first time in years, I felt truly free. And this time, Inga had no way of finding us.

A woman looking down | Source: Midjourney

A woman looking down | Source: Midjourney

Sometimes, family isn’t about blood. It’s about boundaries.

Sometimes, cutting off toxic people isn’t cruel. It’s survival.

You see, some people will never respect your peace, and when that happens, you have to choose yourself.

What do you think? Would you have handled it differently?

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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