At Christmas, I did quite a bit of clothing shopping with my mom. (I find shopping by myself kind of boring and there's only so much I think it's reasonable to make Robert go along with, so I often delay shopping outings until I see my mom.) And as many of you know, I am crazy about shoes. It's fortunate that I have no use for or interest in high heels and other often expensive, extremely uncomfortable shoes; this is the only thing that keeps my shoe supply down to a plausibly reasonable level. (I cannot easily estimate how many shoes I have now and I am afraid to count.) At one store, I saw this wonderful pair of deconstructed plaid sneakers and went absolutely gaga for them immediately. I was initially like, wow, if I were 17 years old, I would totally buy these shoes. But then I realized, wait, I can buy them even at my advanced age of 33 if I want to. (I have a somewhat older friend RB who is constantly referring to various 28-35 year old women as being "terribly young" - this cracks me up but at the same time is sort of reassuring.) So I tried them on, fell in love, and bought them.
One of the advantages of my job is that it's a pretty relaxed environment dress-wise. (Surprisingly to me, it's not actually as casual as at my previous job, where I wore pajamas on Holloween, which was the first Friday I worked there, and told people, "Oh, this isn't a costume; it was just the only thing I could find to wear on casual Friday that was actually a step down from how everyone dresses during the week.") The range of dress is very wide and often related in complex ways to what division people work in and what their position is within the division. (A middle-level manager in revenue and budget will wear a suit while a division head for a resource division will wear jeans and a polo shirt with the agency logo. Our previous executive director was the strangest dresser of all; my favorite outfit was when he gave an agency-wide talk wearing cowboy boots, chinos, a button-down shirt, a bolo tie, and a puffy ski jacket.) My outfits range from a silk shirt, a jacket, and dress pants (very rare) to jeans and sneakers. I typically wear a fitted t-shirt, a cardigan, cotton pants, and comfortable mary jane or mock moc shoes. I try to save the jeans for Fridays, but this week, I just had to wear them today. (I think this was partly in reaction to dressing up ever so slightly for my presentation to executive management on Monday and partly because any week, like this one, when we have Friday off is always kind of unreal and a good excuse to deviate from personal norms.) So I wore them with my killer Rocket Dog shoes. Are they just the cutest or what.
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The sneakers still look much better on you, Sally, than me. I really am too old to wear them.
No, you're not.
Not that I've ever met you.
But even still, when I try to think of someone too old to wear these shoes, perhaps someone who has shrunk down to four foot two and walks with a cane and a shuffle, I like the idea of that person wearing these fun and comfortable-looking shoes.
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