Did you ever have that "one" purchase? That time in your life when, 'I know what I like and I like what I know.' These were my first "big buy" where I felt like I was making a statement about "me." I know; they're shoes.
But when you're in junior high (I'm talking 1988, here) and you buy your first hundred dollar pair of shoes, on your own, it's a pretty big deal. I loved my Flouvog's. I still think they are totally cool. These are my feet in them now. As in, I kept them. I love them. (they still fit pretty good, and feel like an old friend)
I wore pointy shoes when people called them , "witch shoes." (okay, so my kids said the same thing when I put them on....rude.) I quit caring what people think of me, around 5th grade. I loved orange and brown long before it was "in." (I wore my brown cords and orange striped sweater all the time in junior high - so ahead of my time, hahaha) I have been wearing black as a "color" since I was 13. (Not in the goth way though, my dad made a rule we could only wear black on top or bottom - not both. All black, once a week, only. He did have a point, I'll admit. He apparently can't remember this "rule" though, but he did make it.) I used to be so cool. (Okay, not really. But I did have my own style and wore it well. Many thanks to my older sisters.)
So, if you are reading this and you remember my loving shoes; here they are again. "To good times!" And if you're just meeting them now, say 'hello. ' While others we're listening to Debbie Gibson and MC Hammer, I was wearing Fluevog's and mixing it between The Cure and the EFY album of the year.
Ah, moderation in all things, right?
2 comments:
My first "love" was my London Underground big chunky shoes. Loved them- and like you said you love them even more when you buy them yourself and pay a pretty penny for them. Sadly, I think about 2 years ago mine got DI'd. I remember really debating, however... we have small closets in our house so I had to make a few precious sacrifices.
My Doc Martin boots were my "first". I was the first person in my highschool to own Doc Martins. I wore them with these rusty brown bell bottoms I got from Urban Outfitters on Broadway. Boy, did I get made fun of. But I didn't care, not one bit. I wore those boots until they had holes in the soles. I wish I still had my flouvags, purchased in Seattle with you I thought. They were awesome, but I'm pretty sure they fell apart as well. Aahh, I love a good pair of shoes.
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