LOVE YOUR DORKY SNEAKERS (AND SHINY BOOTS)

A couple weeks ago, I getting ready to go outside. Oh, and did I mention it was SNOWING?! In APRIL?! Curse you, indecisive Canadian weather! It's not anymore, though. Which is good. It is now sunny. Anyways, I was getting ready to walk my doggies when I came home today, and I couldn't find any shoes. Normally, in my household, finding shoes is never a problem. My family owns lots of shoes. I ALONE own probably half my family's shoes, the shoes of two brothers and two parents. On a nice, slightly wet but otherwise sunny normal spring day, I would just wear my loose, comfy skate shoes. But NO. It had to snow. When I already put away my fairly normal looking boots.

So, instead, I wore a pair of shiny, black boots that are my mothers. I do not like these boots. Wearing them with jeans makes me look strange. I probably shouldn't have worried so much what they looked like, because my street is in the Middle Of Nowhere, between Nothing and No Civilisation. So there wasn't much of a chance that anyone would actually see me. But, nonetheless, because I'm a teenager, I couldn't help but be insecure about the shiny boots.This whole shiny boot episode reminded me of horse camp. I attended horse back riding camp, because a) I adore horses, b) it involved spending time in another part of the Middle Of Nowhere with only horses and nothing else around for a whole week, and c) my friend convinced me to go with her. This camp was an overnight camp, and before we left everyone got mailed a packing list from the camp. On the list, it had the item "Running Shoes". I, being the strange one that I am, took this term too literally. When they said "Running Shoes", they meant "A Pair Of Shoes You Can Wear When Not Wearing Riding Boots, Not Necessarily Running Shoes". I brought actual running shoes and no other pair of shoes. They were a size too large, a dorky blue and white, and looked very funny with skinny jeans. Oh my. My friend, upon seeing my running shoes, laughed and said, "Did you bring any other shoes to wear?" My response to this was no.

Although the running shoes were incredibly dorky, they were extremely comfortable and quite reliable. Granted, they didn't really flatter my outfits, but everybody looks like crap at horse camp with no hair dryer and four shower stalls. You're outside the whole day anyways on horse back, so what does it matter? The point of this blog is to inform the world to LOVE YOUR DORKY SNEAKERS. They may not be the prettiest sneakers around, but they are reliable and will take a fair amount of battering. Dorky sneakers will love you right back.