Amelia Air heart, had three thousand pairs of shoes, don’t know where she carried them. Actually I think it was Fernando’s wife who had that many shoes. I know a fellow says he has 100 pairs of tennis shoes. Sense he told me that, I’ve been watching him, and every day it seems he does indeed have a different pair on.
I’ve not that many. Not by a long shot. Maybe three pair. I used to have up to ten pair of flip-flops at the same time when I was wearing them, but not any more. Besides I don’t think they count as real shoes anyway. Oh they will gain entry in those places with signs stating ‘No shoes, no shirt, no service’
Then there’s the favorite. It seems everybody has their favorites. Shoes that are so comfortable you swear they’ll never be thrown out. Or those boots that feel so good in the first days of fall, they haven’t been worn sense last winter. They invoke pleasant memories of walks in the woods or camping, old tennis shoes do much the same thing.
Then there’s special shoes that some how become the talk of the family. My brother cut the toes out of a pair of tennis shoes and wore them many years, not every day, but often enough where people would ask, “You still have those?” I don’t remember the reasons why in the first place they were altered so. Knowing him, not much of a reason is ever needed for some of the things he does.
My niece, more than likely inspired by her uncle, I’m sure she’d deny it. Her and a friend, both horse lovers and owners, decided to see who could get the most miles out of their cowboy boots. Well they, the boots, literally fell apart around her feet.
After a while socks were done away with I’m sure, what with the soles mostly gone, her spending money would had all gone just to buy socks. I never heard who won that contest.
Another brother, this happens to deal with Levi’s, started sewing patches on his Levi’s. After a year or maybe longer they were just a pair of patches. Somebody even offered my brother some money for them. I’ve got some family, I’ll tell ya.
Discount shoes, we’ve all bought them at some time in our lives, at least us blue collar folk. Discount shoes hurt like the dickens for the first month or so, then they become bearable, sort of.
When the money flowed, in by gone years, I did mail order. Kind of risky I know. But after the first pair, being talked into buying by the boss moonlighting as a shoe salesman, I was hooked. Mason I think they were called.
After wearing those discount shoes for several years, the mail orders seemed like they came right from heaven. Like I was walking in the clouds. Comfortable shoes sure make a difference.
Years and years ago I had got a pair from the thrift store, practically brand new. Apparently they were donated by the grandchildren of the long deceased owner. They were that out dated. I received comments about those shoes for as long as I had them.
I’ve never owned any of those coveted sports designer Air Jordan or their like. Even I have my limits on what I’ll wear, at both ends of the spectrum. Once, while in high school, I was given a pair from the neighbor, not so bad yet. The free part was good, that’s where it ended. The neighbor friend was in the marching band, the shoes were a part of the uniform. White bucks with a fold down tongue. No way! Not any self respecting high school surfer would be caught dead wearing such abominations. We cool surfer dudes wore Jack Purcell’s, the ones with a smile across the toe if any remember them. Converse were another, but I stuck to Jack’s.
My mother didn’t understand, “Dye them black!” She exclaimed! Still a no go as far as I was concerned. Early on in my last year of school I had a doctors note allowing me to wear sandals, sandals at the time weren’t allowed.
Well, growing in my rebellion of most every thing, sandals were the next best thing to flip flops. Nobody liked me wearing sandals, the staff that is. Coaches, teachers, counsellors, all in disbelief a simple high schooler could buck the system and win.
Living out side the box had begun a few years earlier,my wearing those sandals certainly helped with permanent residency out side of the box.
Michael j beebe