My Chucks and my Skechers.
Before Boston, the shoes above were getting close to retirement. They were 3 and 6 years old, respectively. But after a month of relying only on foot or subway, I rapidly expedited their entrance into shoe heaven.
My sadness is tempered only by one thought: Time to go shoe shopping! Clothes shopping is OK, furniture shopping is ... eh ... but shoe shopping? I actually love it. And if I didn't have as much will power, I'd own a lot more shoes.
But, mark my words, I will never, ever own a pair of these damn things:
Yes, they're all wearing Crocs. An obvious recessive gene at work.
More to come on this riveting story!
2 comments:
Are you related to those crazy crocs people?
You should check out http://nosweatapparel.com/
They have some chuck-look-alikes that are made without sweat shop labor. The sweatshop five will thank you! R wants some, but I keep telling him that the sweat shop people need to eat too! ;)
I had no idea you loved shoe shopping! Interesting fact: I also love shoe shopping. We could go shoe shopping together! And live shoe-shoppily ever after!
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