I am beginning to really hate my white running shoes – “Sneakers” as Roland calls them. They are so Seinfeld. As Roland pointed out, he can always spot Americans by their white sneakers. They definitely are not very fashionable or sexy. My day hikers would have been better but I did not bring them. I had opted for the Vibram Five Fingers in interest of space and weight. I don’t want to wear those around because first of all they are black and secondly I look like a gorilla in them.
I have worn them quite a bit, and they have a use, but the jury is still out on whether it was the right choice.
So when it comes to wearing the bulkiest shoe, to save packing it, and the warmest shoe, I am left with my white sneakers looking like a gimpy unfashionable American Seinfeld. You would not have caught my Dad wearing sneakers. His footware was of utmost importance. He used to say that you can always tell the success of a man by his shoes.
Now don’t get me wrong, my running shoes, as I call them, because that’s what they are usede for, have been extremely useful as I have been running regularly, but I hate that they are my main warm shoe, and the one I have to wear because of their bulkiness. As it is, most days, my hair is wild and my dress practical and boring. So needless to say, I am not feeling too attractive. I guess it shouldn’t matter but it’s not great for one’s confidence being often surrounded by young wrinkleless nubile 20-somethings.
Oh well, I guess I am going to have to get over it. Because I certainly am not going to put time into coiffing and such. I guess I shouldn’t complain. I am travelling the world afterall!
Shoes are always the hardest decision to make when you are packing. I never seem to take the right ones and realise that what I left behind would have been the most suitable.
Yes true enough. I am sure once I hit the warmer climates again that having to dress in all my light layers will fall by the wayside and I can look more stylish. I think I need to cut my hair though as it is a bit unruly and not easily taken care of.
Being a Montréalaise by birth, I understand the shoe dilemma and sympathize. Warm shoes rarely go with a dress or skirt! For a short while I was able to get away with Bludstones, funky socks and tights with a short flirty skirt, when needing a change from my jeans, but grunge chic dates me now. sigh. And, run? Lucky for me, never a consideration. The good thing is … if someone takes a shine to you, it’ll be despite your warm shoes and probably for your warm smile.
As always Penelope, your eloquence is well stated