Love Rant: My New Pair Of Sneakers That I Convinced Myself I Needed/Deserved While Shopping For "Work" Shoes

These are my new sneakers.
I LOVE sneakers.
I LOVE these sneakers.

Personally, I believe that there are a pair of sneakers for any occasion in life.
Sneakers make me feel good.
Sneakers always feel like "me".
And if I have to wear an outfit that's not wholly comfortable, or if I'm in a new situation or doing something I don't necessarily like doing-I feel so much better about life if I'm wearing my sneaks. Some people have pendants or jewelry that they always wear. Some people can't function without their special watch on their wrist. Some people have lucky hats...
I have sneakers.

So yesterday I got a new pair of sneakers (see above picture (aren't they totally awesome?!)). There's just something about sweet new shoes that make me feel good! Maybe it's my inner girl coming through. But instead of drooling over a new pair of pumps or some sexy, strappy sandals...I swoon over sneakers.
Is that weird?
I can't help it.
So I bought a new pair yesterday afternoon. And I'll admit I was especially vulnerable yesterday because...

I was out clothes shopping.

*Cue the foreboding, dramatic music*

There are few activities I loathe more than clothes shopping. But this is not a blog that talks about things that I loathe, it's a blog that talks about things that I love. So I will not go into much more detail than to say: when you're small it's impossible to find things that fit. And it gets to be a miserable day when you're shopping for regular old button-downs and try on a petite 0/XXS and it STILL looks stupid on you because you don't have the boob-age to fill out the built in boob-sacs that they build into ladies' shirts. So. Frustrating. It's not my lack of boob-age that I care about, it's the fact that ladies shirts look stupid on my because of it and kids' shirts don't fit because the sleeves are too short and mens' shirts are just too damn big and I just want a shirt that fits I don't care WHERE it comes from! Is that too much to ask?
Anyway.
Back to sneakers.
I had no luck in the clothes shopping department yesterday. None. I got belts. That was about it.
...Good thing I had to buy shoes too.
I am starting a job where sneakers are not allowed (I know, it's heart-wrenching), and hence, needed to find appropriate footwear.
Now, one totally awesome thing about having the build of a hobbit is that you can fit into kid size shoes. And so my body-type (read: hobbit) redeemed itself and I was able to buy a plain old pair of brown "work" shoes and a plain old pair of black "work" shoes in the kids section and hence...on the cheap! So what if the brand of my shoe is "Buster Brown" and the "o" in "Brown" is a little paw print?? No one has to know but me!...and all of you.

So since I was able to find the shoes I needed for so cheap, when I saw the converse rack, I thought: "Why the hell not?! I deserve a new pair of shoes that make me feel good! Who cares if I can't fill out the boob-sacs on a petite 0/XXS ladies shirt? You know what I CAN fill out?! THESE TOTALLY AWESOME HIGH-TOP NAVY BLUE SNEAKERS!!!!!!"
And I bought them, and wore them out and felt much MUCH better.
That is the power of sneakers, y'all.
Call it crazy.
But that is the power of a pair of sneakers.
And that is why I love them.
'Cause even though shirts don't fit me properly....SNEAKERS ALWAYS FIT ME PROPERLY.
And even though the day might have been a lose on the "agenda-I-need-to-buy-new-button-downs" front, it was an absolute victory on the sneaker front. And a victory in sneakers most certainly pawns any lose on the clothes front.

When I was a kid I used to think new sneakers could make me run faster.
Like new sneakers gave me some sort of extra power that I didn't have before.
And like nobody else had to know. It was enough that I knew I had something special on my feet, like a secret weapon.
When I was a kid, new sneakers made me walk a little taller.
I felt like nothing in the world could be all THAT bad, 'cause I had a new pair of sneaks on my feet.
And I could say the exact same thing about a loyal tried and true pair of sneakers too.
Loyal tried and true sneakers pretty may as well be super hero capes.

I guess the reason I love sneakers so much is that I still sort of believe all that. To me there's something just a little magical about them.



...And it's not like I'm a crazy collector. I'm by no stretch of the imagination obsessed with sneakers. I don't have 100s of pairs. And it's been about a year since I bought my last pair. I usually kick them off at the back door without untying them. They also tend to pool around the door to my bedroom, in the threshold, and halfway to the closet. I get frustrated when I can't close the door to my room because they're in the way...and then I kick them across my room. I most definitely use and abuse 'em. But I certainly love 'em.