I bought my first pair of vans (the first of many) sometime in the summer of 2006. I wore them all the time. They soon became the most comfortable pair of shoes I've ever had. I still wear them (despite my husband telling me I look homeless...) even though they're torn, bleached, battered, have huge holes, and barely a sole left. I see nothing wrong with them. These shoes have been on adventures! These shoes were with me through every relationship I've had. They've gone hiking, swimming, rock climbing, on motorcycles, camping, fishing, to the beach, and on many road trips. They've been eaten by a puppy, run over, covered in dirt, washed, and covered in dirt again. Hm? What's that you say? Chewed-by-dog look isn't "in"? That can't be right. These shoes hold the memories of my life. They were the only shoes that would fit my feet when I was 9 months pregnant, and they'll be there for the next time too, cause I am never getting rid of these shoes. No sir. These shoes have lived.
This is what they looked like when purchased:
This is what they look like today:
These shoes have been places, and they're not ready to retire.
No sirree bob!
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