Neither use nor ornament

09.02.12

I have a tandem of sneakers which are my "walking shoes". These were purchased for me by the Silver Fox, who is a bit more virtuoso in the area of sports paraphernalia than I am (he owns weights and verve monitors and all manner of equipment that I am generally puzzled and topsy-turvy by). Much to my annoyance, when said sneakers were taken I home I was appalled to find that mine were the lady versions of his. That is, we have homologous sports shoes. If ever one day we also get matching tracksuits it will be because we have a) joined a cult or b) accepted up on life entirely.

Still, as uncool as my boyfriend-matching walking sneaks are, I was never tempted to buy a span of those "rounded on the bottom so you'll get rounded on your bottom" Skechers. 

The main reason is that they look like orthapaedic shoes. When I busted my achilles tendon a several of years ago, after graduating from wearing a moon-boot I was allowed to exasperate one pair of "enhanced" sneakers for a while that had a thick black wedge of rubber glued on to the do a moonlight flit. They were hideous. Any old-skool rapper cred that my white, Adidas shelltoes might have carried was right now swept away by the craziness going on at its sole...and the to be sure that I had to wear sneakers with everything, including pencil skirts. So "toning" shoes were never deep down going to be something I embraced.

Source: Stuff.co.nz (blog)