This blog post is not about MOOCs, ebooks, makers, PNLs or PBL… Sorry.

I have a thing for shoes.  But it’s not what you might think.

It’s easy to like shoes… to want shoes… to find shoes… if you’re a size 7 (women’s).  If you happen to wear a 10 1/2 (women’s) resign yourself.  You’ll never find anything good.  10s are too small.  11s are too big.

Eight years ago I found a pair of pink Chucks on the sale rack at DSW.  Today we part ways.  My new black Chucks have arrived.

black and pink chucks

black and pink chucks

These pink Chucks and I have walked a lot of miles together.

Here I am in 2009 three-months pregnant (and tired) in San Francisco in my pink shoes:

pink Chucks in San Francisco

pink Chucks in San Francisco

You know what’s not good for A LOT of walking?  Like MILES of walking (because you don’t know how to use public transportation)?  Chuck Taylors.  I finally figured out how to read bus routes on this trip (btw).

I don’t think I’ve felt this sad about changing out shoes since I replaced my Doc Martens, which became unserviceable my senior year of college.  I bought those Docs my sophomore year of high school.  Those Docs and I went a lot of places together: fields, rivers, the Leggett’s parking lot in Farmville–all the places a rural kid hangs out in high school.

 

We even went to senior prom together.

Everything goes with a pair of Doc Martens.  Everything goes with a pair of black Chucks too as demonstrated on my wedding day, which took place in the backyard of my unpainted house.

Wedding day

Wedding day

As much as I hate to say good-bye to my pink All-Stars, I know that dressing for work just got a little easier.

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