At Jennifer’s insistence, and for my sanity, I got some more of my Chucks off the floor, out of the temporary crates and boxes and on to the infamous shelving. Last Sunday, I filled it with pairs to spare. And no, I do not have too many shoes! I consider these things to be part investment or something a relative with size 11 feet will love. If it’s a lady who wears size 13, they should be proud of being tall! I stupidly forgot to count, I was more focused on how I need to find additional support on the deeper shelves.
While organizing, I had to say goodbye to the above pair which I had nicknamed the Andy Warhol Factory set. They lasted just a mere 12 years and I probably wore them maybe 30 times. Sadly, the plastic they were made from wasn’t easy to clean (I never bothered) and as you can see, not durable. I fear my socks transferred the bacterial stuff we all have living on our feet to the materials…and, the bacteria ate the plastic. Going to miss them.
These fared better since I recall getting them new around 2003. Having an alternate color of hot-rod flames was sneeto. Oddly, the rubber walls/lining around the bottom solidified and turned brittle, breaking off. In Converse’s defense, I worse these way more often than the AWF pair because I only had about 20-30 pairs when these arrived so these were in rotation frequently compared to what I have. I scored another traditional hot-rod design during my birthday weekend so I wasn’t too sad to give purple fire to the trash. What I do miss was the Converse Store not having the recycling bin for your old shoes to be ground up into gym floors. Maybe I should ask my friend Sarah to make sure.