(In
2012 I posted a pair of my converse daily. I posted memories associated
or why I loved them. We are selling my converse collection for adoption
fundraising. Our eBay seller ID is annamonsteranna, These are not for sale)
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What
you see is a plain pair of black chucks. What you see is wrong. These
aren't plain black chucks. They are my favorite chucks. They are black
canvas with black leather zebra stripes. They are chucks that have been
set on fire, drowned in a bathroom flood, temporarily lost and through
hell. They are also the first chucks I reach for, the ones I wear the
most and also fit me like they were made for my feet, and have long been referred to as my "fire shoes".
These chucks came to live with my Thanksgiving of 2006. I came out to visit my same Thanksgiving friends and stopped at the outlet at State Line just like always. My zebra chucks were sitting and waiting for me on the clearance rack. It was love at first site. I wore them out of the store and continued on my merry way to my friends house.
Charity Morgan, do you remember when we set your backyard on fire? It was that Thanksgiving and we started the outdoor fireplace at the old house. I looked out the back slider and saw that some char had jumped and set the "grass" on fire. I ran out the door and we all started jumping up and down to put it out? Yeah, that was day 2 or so of having these shoes. They looked like they had been worn for years because of the fire and my pinstriping on the soles pulled away. They became my favorites that day and I haven't stopped wearing them since. Isn't it strange how shoes can have so many great adventures?
These chucks came to live with my Thanksgiving of 2006. I came out to visit my same Thanksgiving friends and stopped at the outlet at State Line just like always. My zebra chucks were sitting and waiting for me on the clearance rack. It was love at first site. I wore them out of the store and continued on my merry way to my friends house.
Charity Morgan, do you remember when we set your backyard on fire? It was that Thanksgiving and we started the outdoor fireplace at the old house. I looked out the back slider and saw that some char had jumped and set the "grass" on fire. I ran out the door and we all started jumping up and down to put it out? Yeah, that was day 2 or so of having these shoes. They looked like they had been worn for years because of the fire and my pinstriping on the soles pulled away. They became my favorites that day and I haven't stopped wearing them since. Isn't it strange how shoes can have so many great adventures?
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