(Oops, well. Just gonna mostly ignore that two month silence. As usual.)
I bought new white converse this spring (whenever it gets here proper), the first pair in a bout 8 years. I kind of hate, just a little bit, those articles about classic pieces, that go on like oooo, yes this time-tested brand item that everyone should own! I don't know why, I think I used to enjoy that kind of thing, and I still do, it's only that I'm sick of that tone.
I like the white ones because they go with everything, mostly. In high school I wore purple ones, I think I went through two pairs, with hideously loud shoelaces patterned with rubber ducks or something equally as silly, and even wore the dumb things to gym class (usually a really awesome outfit of boxers, rolled to low-rise at the waist, with knee socks and some kind of t-shirt. The unofficial uniforms that come about in private schools are really strange). Last year I finally tossed the first white pair. I sort of wish I had kept them to at least editorialize their degradation (coming apart at the sides, stained beyond recognition, the insides tearing up so that the plastic bits started to poke through so that even those were getting worn on the edges).
The problem was I knew if I kept them in the house for a second longer I would continue to wear them, and really they were probably a flourishing community center for all kinds of bacteria. And so they went. In the interim I've tried other sneakers, little keds type shoes and a pair of cushy white something-or-others that got returned at work, but most days when it wasn't time for flats or something fancier I ended up in my grey pair. Which were fine but.
I feel like the white ones are cooler. I totally buy into that cool thing, you know, dark jeans and striped shirt and white sneakers typical kind of thing but, eh. Whatever.
The problem now is that they're new, this pair, and I feel so profoundly uncool wearing them. Which is totally dumb I mean, everyone has a new pair of shoes at some point, but I feel like I want to carry around a little card to hand out that says I have cred because they're not my first pair okay, the original ones just started cutting into my heels and it's less cool when the blood on your shoes is your own.
At the same time I'm kind of afraid to get them dirty. Yeah, I know, of all the things to be dual minded about today, I pick sneakers. I'm sucking it up and wearing them to work at the bakery, where I am sure I will drop coffee and buttercream and probably egg all over them. We gotta get to know each other, me and these dumb sneakers, at the very least so that they break in and are comfortable. I figured I better get at least one picture of them before they get all bedraggled.