This weekend I finally got some new sneakers. I pretty much live in sneakers, no socks in the summer, and socks in the winter. Laces, no laces. I am not a flip flop wearer. I bought my blue and orange vans two years ago, and the purple ones at an estate sale last summer. I love the orange ones to death. such a perfect color, bright, but not neon. But as you can see they are starting to really look worn, and have the toe-holes to show for it. I can't help it that my right foot is bigger than my left, and my pinky toes are way longer than normal (maybe that's why I don't like flip flops?). My purples have been re-purposed as my garden shoes, hence the dirt.
I bought keds because they are really inexpensive, I have my heart set on a gray pair. Beware they run big, I got a 7 1/2 when I usually wear an 8 1/2. I need some other colors. I might get another pair of vans, because I really liked those. I am also planning on dyeing a pair this summer, because, why not?
Whenever I think of keds it makes me think of my dad, who to him all things jean are levi's, and all tennis shoes are keds. I remember an all-white pair I had to get when I was in band in junior high, to go with my high-waisted and pleated borrowed white pants and my brother's large maroon cardigan sweater that was the uniform for the Holiday parade. I was mortified as we marched to "phantom of the opera," every year, which was a stick-it-to-the-man move by my jazz piano-playing band teacher.
