How time flies.
It seems like just yesterday that I brought you home. It was December 2008, and I was home from college for winter break – my final winter break, as it was my senior year. I had gone to Sioux Falls to spend my hard-earned Christmas money. I had wanted a pair of black Converse All-Stars for a while, and this seemed like the day to commit. I strolled into JCPenney, and in a few short minutes, I was the proud owner of a brand-new pair of Converse All-Stars.
All-Stars, you were the perfect shoes. As soon as I put you on, I wondered what took me so long to buy you. Where had you been all my life? Never before had I loved a pair of sneakers so much.
I wore you almost every day during that last semester of
college. That was a busy semester for me, and I needed you. I wore you to work
at the Common Cup Coffeehouse at 6am on Mondays and Fridays, and I wore you to
my 8am art history class on Tuesdays and Thursdays. (An 8am class is a college
student’s worst nightmare, and I had managed to avoid them until my last
semester.) Without you, dear All-Stars, I never would’ve been on time for
either one. All-Stars, I didn’t want to pay for a campus parking pass, so you
got me back and forth to class each day – be it on foot or by bicycle. By the
time I graduated, you were dingy and dirty and looked as well-loved as you
|Converses' first picture.|
|A fellow Converse enthusiast.|
|You also can't ride the bus next to discarded hair extensions without a good pair of sneakers.|
|I made friends with a French Quarter trombonist in|
Over my lunch break at work, my All-Stars and I took countless trips to Lake Calhoun. Rain or shine, All-Stars, we were out discovering new things about the places we lived.
|Like fun graffiti...|
|...or rock formations...|
|...or giant interactive sculptures...|
|...or swing sets...|
|...or apple orchards.|
I’m a one-job gal now and have been for some time. While I can’t wear you every day, All-Stars, I gladly wear you on casual Fridays or weekends.
All-Stars, you were my first. You opened the door for other
All-Stars in varying colors and patterns – I even wore turquoise All-Stars on
my wedding day.
|Especially when my weekends involve climbing|
in tractor tires...
|...or playing with happy black labs.|
But it all started with you, my black All-Stars. Without you, I never would’ve known the glory of the Converse All-Star. And you can bet that I’ll never forget.
All-Stars, you have been with me for almost six years, and we’ve been through a lot together. Through the good and the bad, you’ve been there for me. I’ll always remember all the jobs we’ve worked, all the places we’ve been, and all the streets we’ve explored.
You’re faded now, and your soles are worn down. Your edges
are cracked, and you don’t keep out the snow and rain like you used to. My dear
All-Stars, the time has come for you to retire. After the thousands of miles
we’ve put on, you’ve earned a rest. Though it pains me to have to say goodbye,
we both know it’s time. I’ll replace you with a pair of new black All-Stars,
but they’ll never be as special as you.
Rest in peace, dear black All-Stars. I’ll never forget you.
|My Converses. My brother's Converses.|
|Our last great adventure together: a New Orleans|