The unthinkable happened.
I was pulling off my favourite shoes (seen here in all their Kill Bill-esque glory) when I noticed that on the bottom the yellow exterior was wearing away. I could not justify re-buying the same pair of shoes, could I? This necessitated a forlorn trip to an Onitsuka Tiger store were I...immediately fell in love with completely different colours.
My wallet despaired. But then I was told they did not have my size. It seemed my shoe addiction was foiled. For now...!
To me, there is no such thing as impulse buying when it comes to shoes. Each pair requires the right amount of meditation and, sometimes, a trip to nearby clothing stores to ensure that an entire outfit can be created around new feet-coverings. If the urge goes away, consider yourself lucky - if not, oh dear. Budget, budget, budget. And hope that the shoes do not spontaneously disappear in the meantime, or somehow get more expensive (it's like they KNOW!).
For the next few weeks, I stewed. But then finally I found my shoes elsewhere.
My fiancé and I took one 3-person seat on a train. The bag containing my shoes took another all to itself. I bounced the entire way back to our station then floated all the way home. There is definitely a buzz that comes with new gear.
Of course it rained when I wanted to wear them for the first time - a whole week of doom and gloom! But I braved it with my painfully white shoes (paired with black jeans - the horror!). And I am very glad I have them - something different, something that makes its own statement, something that can replace my Kill Bill shoes when vengeance has been achieved. I hope. :)
I am running out of interesting backgrounds to feature my shoes against. First it was the kitchen table, more recently cardboard boxes on the carpet. So I opted with the black office chair. I would love to take my shoes out to capture them in "the wild" but you tend to get very strange looks when you do so.
That said, I get a lot of inspiration for my writing simply by meandering the nearby footpaths. Perhaps I will find much more interesting landscapes out there even under the eyes of judgemental passersby! ;)
(Side note: does anyone else find it weird that "passersby" is the plural, not "passerbys"? I mean, it makes perfect sense but it's still weird!)
But the blisters stayed. For weeks. My wide feet just didn't seem to suit the narrow Converse style. And whenever it rained, I went skating across smooth surfaces, vainly hoping I wouldn't faceplant. How can the Doctor run from Daleks without falling over when it rains!?
Eventually I gave up on the lack of traction and picking the skin off my pinky toes and refused to wear the damn things again. But then I got a pair of blue Highs.
So by the time the third pair happened, you figured I'd know better. But they were special! Rubber! Waterproof! Fire engine red! The rubber range from Converse is super cool but...the rubber made them more rigid. So owie, owie. Could not even leave the apartment.
But my love for them inspired a small photoshoot incorporating the reddest things I could find. I'm still hanging on to these in the vain hope that one day they'll magically fit my wide, wide feet of doom. Or maybe they'll inspire a great story.
Sometimes I wonder if Converse shoes are more art than practical footwear. Anyway, to be worn by those gifted with narrow feet. Alas.
My wardrobe is besieged by shoes. Not just a few pairs - a bajillion of them. Sandals, slip-ons, joggers, slippers, limited edition pairs...it's the continuing legacy of my brush with the shoe industry. So I thought I too would besiege you - every Shoesday (it took far too little time to come up with that!).
Once upon a time, I believed that shoes should be bought for function only. I carried this staunch belief into a job embroiled in "sneaker culture". I met people who had smothered every inch of every skirting board in their houses with neatly paired shoes sporting the classic logos - Nike, Adidas, Onitsuka Tiger, etc. So many shoes, so little time...!
Sneaker culture is about collecting the fancy, sharp, limited, insane, cool - oh and shoes seen in movies. You can simply collect them or you can wear them for street cred. Most people on a shoestring budget (haha) do the latter and you can spot the painfully bright joggers at the gym or even on the feet of suited men roaming Pitt Street in Sydney.
This was a new concept to me. And totally not one that would affect me in any way. Right?
Say hello to my Onitsuka Tigers. Yes, as seen in Kill Bill. I also own the katana in case you're wondering. :P
As an office junior, one of my tasks was to do a daily circuit of company locations nearby. In doing so, I'd find myself looking at shoes in different shop windows, indifferent, but then one day...I saw these. I'm not an insane Kill Bill fan (I don't even like Tarantino that much - gasp, blasphemy!) but I loved the meaning in these shoes. If you wear these, you too can...kill bill. ;)
As someone who is 6.5 in sizing, imagine my delight when I walked in and gloomily requested a size 7 whereupon the sales assistant said, "Oh, we only carry half sizes."
"Hallelujah!" is what I usually add to this anecdote. I would have bought the shoes without wearing them but shoe sellers get weird about that (unless you actually work there in which case they give you a weird look because you don't know your own size!).
These shoes are my favourite. When I wear them, I feel like I'm drawing attention with the super bright yellow. I've seen people's eyes follow my feet down the road. The shoes also give me a weird confidence boost. It's a surge of strength. Don't mess with me - I totally have an invisible katana on me.
I paid an uncomfortable sum for these - a third of my weekly wage at the time. But I feel like they are worth it. And I imagine the sheer joy of wearing cool new eye-catching shoes is the reason so many people squeeze through a week of rent and bills just to get a pair that symbolises their interior awesome.
A good pair of shoes can get you through a bad day.
And an awesome pair of shoes can give a writer inspiration. ;)
Alyce Caswell is an aspiring writer who apparently lost her mind, threw away a steady job as an office junior and entered the realm of imagination.
She has blamed her accomplice and husband for giving her this most excellent opportunity.
Alyce has written articles, poems, short stories, books
and several embarrassing blogs. She hopes this venture will avoid the usage of cat gifs.
Links of Interest
A Rambling Rover
Alyce's travel blog which features various castles, stone circles and bemused musings about the Northern Hemisphere.