Saturday, March 18, 2006

Checkered Vans




Checkered Vans! I got checkered Vans! And they have changed my life. Not in a conspicuous way, but in a way that is significant to me. Checkered Vans! Footwear of Spiccoli and innumberable stoned, detached surfer type California dudes. How unlike me, how very diametrically opposite. Which is why it works, really. Because who would expect me -- an if not openly neurotic person, at least one who is secretly so -- to be sporting footwear so clearly associated with laid back beach and skate park creatures? It just doesn't make sense.

And yet it does.

I've had a fear of sneakers for a really long time. Being more of a heels and/or sandals type of gal, I've always been wary of comfortable footwear, at least comfortable footwear for when you're not exerting yourself physically. (Emotionally and mentally is a different story -- I feel more at home and in control in three inch heels than in anything else, generally speaking.) I feel vulnerable in any sort of flat shoe. Bland, uninteresting, vaguely dykish. In high school I went out on a limb and bought some dark green suede Pumas and my (asshole) high school boyfriend made a disparaging remark about me in them. (Honestly I don't remember what it was or I would absolutely disclose it here.) But ever since then I've had a real fear and hesitation about wearing a sneaker.

And yet.

A few months ago I saw a girl wearing checkered Vans and I realized how fucking great they looked. And I kept them in the back of my head but waffled back and forth about whether I a) wanted to rock them or b) could rock them. And in the end, what do you know? I found a sweet ass pair. And they fit physically, but they also fit, um, what's the word? Psychically? Metaphysically? (ok, i'm not really sure that is an appropriate term.) At any rate, they just made sense. And now I run around town sporting my sweet ass Vans. And they attract compliments from young and old, male and female alike. My dad even told me he liked them. (I don't think my dad normally notices shit like that.)

Bottom line: checkered Vans have made me happy. Purchases *can* make you happy. (Selectively, of course.) What you wear says something about who you are. No doubt.

Where are your own personal checkered Vans? Do you own them? You should.

love,
me

8 Comments:

At 8:54 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

plus, if you ever in danger they will be good for sprinting away.

 
At 11:43 PM, Blogger sasefina said...

It's true. My dad's motto in life is "you never know when you might have to sprint." Sort of like the insane person's version of "be prepared." I guess I have taken that to heart subconsciously.

 
At 9:44 AM, Anonymous martinvanburen said...

this blog sucks. you know my thoughts on girls, hot girls, and sneakers. we don;t need to re-hash it here. you should probably post more poetry.

ps- i am semi-dating that semi-gimp. no. really.

 
At 9:40 PM, Blogger Moe Busy said...

martinvanburen is really mean to you.

 
At 3:44 PM, Anonymous eccg said...

sprinting haha, tis very true.... by the way those checkered Vans look great on you

 
At 10:22 PM, Blogger Martin McFriend said...

I like hats, I like shoes, I like clothes, I like, I like, I like vans.

 
At 8:21 AM, Blogger SportyChick said...

I read this last night and then had a dream about pink checkered vans. It's a sign...

 
At 12:20 AM, Blogger SportyChick said...

These things are haunting me!!! I just came back from a concert (Luce, see http://www.luceband.com/) and the guy playing the electric guitar had on - no joke - a pair of black & white vans. Brand spankin' new. He made them proud!

You trend-setter you.

 

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