I have a pair of white sneakers. Nice, bright white, spotless brand new sneakers.
I got them for Christmas. I had let it be known to my family that I needed a new pair of white sneakers. This is a risky thing for me, because my siblings all like “fancy” sneakers. High-tops. Or multi-colored. Or with flashy red lights. Or whatever. Meanwhile. I like white sneakers. Plain white. Plain sneakers.
I am an anomoly…
So, I unwrapped a particular present and it was a shoebox. According to the gift tag, the gift was from my mother, so I had hope. Because she wears plain shoes, too (although not sneakers), so she would be likely to skip over all the “bells and whistles” and get me shoes I would actually wear.
And they were. Almost.
They are plain white shoes. No patterns or little accents (even when I buy shoes myself, I often end up having to give in and buy shoes with colorful accents), not even annoying brand logos on the sides (just one small logo on the tongue).
But…they’re velcro shoes! Apparently, my mother thinks I am unable to tie my own shoelaces. :smack:
So, I have a pair of nice, bright white, normal, un-gaudy, spotlessly immaculate sneakers. That sit unworn, lined up neatly next to my bedroom door, for the past three months.
I’ll be wearing them tomorrow, because my old shoes have a hole somewhere that leaked in melty snow.
Maybe your mother thinks that your anomalous nature makes you prone to enjoy simplicity. I actually used to have velcro shoes, and enjoyed wearing them. Of course people will jokingly ask if your retarded, mentally ill, or on suicide watch.
Ignore them and enjoy the simplicity of your life.
I have a pair of velcro shoes. I got them when I had a broken shoulder and a gunslinger-style cast. I stopped wearing the shoes when I stopped wearing the cast.
You don’t have any duct tape? Kat, Kat, Kat… (the emboldenation petered out there, sorry) e-mail me your address and I’ll see what I can do. The WD-40 and the screwdrivers (flat and philips head) are up to you.
You do have a Swiss Army Knife, don’t you?
I once pitied a girl for her ugly sneakers until I met a man with some really ugly pants. (I think I have to work on that. Make it more inspiring.)