But they were on sale!
I went shopping. I was only going to buy sensible things that I can wear to work.
And I looked at shoes. Sensible shoes.
I guess I just don’t like sensible shoes.
So I bought cute heels instead.
Oops.
I went shopping. I was only going to buy sensible things that I can wear to work.
And I looked at shoes. Sensible shoes.
I guess I just don’t like sensible shoes.
So I bought cute heels instead.
Oops.
These shoes saw me through my first three years of college, and as you can see, they’re not in shape for a fourth. They were there through the boyfriends, parties, finals, concerts and misadventures and somehow tossing them in the trash seems a little unceremonious for my most beloved of shoes.
So they get a eulogy before they meet the dumpster.
I remember the day I bought these shoes. It was after being forced to spend an unbearable amount of time in Abercrombie with a friend. According to the box, they are “oil green,” and I have never seen another pair in the same color. I still have the box, too, and it’s full of other stupid things I won’t throw away.
When I wore them for the first time, I remember receiving compliments on them from homeless men who were particularly impressed with the color. Chuck Taylors; the favorite shoes of indie kids and homeless people.
And now, after three years and eight days, I am officially retiring my chucks.
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