Shoed I or shoedn't I?

Daughter returned from university with these apologies for footwear. I'm under strict instructions not to wash them - apparently they are cool. Well she might see cool, I just see dirty.

The shoes have taken on a disproportionate significance in my head - I know I have to leave her to make her own way in life, make her own decisions, let her flap her wings - but she's out, and I'm sooooo tempted to stick them in the washing machine. Just a wee rinse - nothing too brutal.

(At least we share the same taste in music)