A Love Story

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I've never had a favorite pair of shoes before I met those Keds. I've had shoes that I favored, shoes that were comfortable, shoes that were uncomfortable but nice to look at so I stuck it out, and shoes that were sensible (clunky colorful rainboots, anyone?). I never knew that a bond between shoe and master could be so strong. And yet, I've always wanted to wear out a pair of shoes until it became just cloth and rubber, the way a little girl wears out her favorite doll from overuse. And then...they found me. In a casual browse through a shoe store on a random afternoon, I saw them and they just knew how to get me to buy them: they were on sale. I loved the thin pieces of cloth stitched in oblique stripes, the warm fall color of the various fabrics, the little cherries that were hidden within the shoe. They were comfortable, matched with everything, and I wasn't afraid to get them a little dirty. It's been almost a year and we're still in love.

Funny how some things just fit you so perfectly.

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