It is like 1992 all over again

muertemaria's picture

So back when I was a freshman in high school, I got my first pair of black high top chuck tailors. I LOVED them. I called them my "shiny happy people" shoes mostly because my mom bought them for me only if I would promise not to complain if I was wearing them. I am not sure I was actually able to keep that promise, but I think sometimes  I tried. I wore them with skirts, and dresses and flannel shirts sometimes I would switch up between them and the black Doc's, but I loved these shoes. Then I got a pair of low tops that were green with yellow stitching and those were equally amazing. 

By the time 1995 rolled around, the chuck fetish had kind of worn off, I think it was more about the Steve Madden shoes going into college, but I am pretty sure there are pictures from freshman year of college with the green chucks (and I think a warner bros t-shirt). 

So I haven't had a pair in 14 years at this point, but they have been creeping back into the shoe craving space in my head  since I moved here and saturday I dreamed about owning a pair, and figuring I should follow my dreams, went out and bought a pair (or 2) of chucks. It is also already turning colder here (fall way too early) and as much as I love my MBTs, I need a new pair of shoes for the fall. Saturday morning, I went to yoga in Camden Market, left and went and bought two pairs of chucks. I got black and purple. I love them, they make me happy like shoes should. I can't believe I waited so long. 

(photo by jess gambino)



langster's picture

I bought a dark grey pair a few months ago. Wore them with khakis and MGC told me I looked like a suburban hipster. I took it as a compliment.

 I love it when old stuff comes back. Only problem is I'll never throw anything out.