It’s funny the things one remembers for no reason…
When I was a child, Pop bought me a pair of PF Flyers as my "weekend" shoes. Bright red, high top sneakers !
Mom said they looked "ridiculous", but she smiled when she saw how happy they made me and didn’t mind me wearing them when we went on errands.
Now I mostly see the new ones sold for men, but people occasionally sell them on EBay. The closest the women’s style comes (in a different brand) is this:
Not quite the same, but I wish I’d found a pair of the originals for my niece when she was little. They were a special part of my childhood; I wore mine until they fell apart.
I sent the above picture to her just now with: "If I bought these for you, would you wear them ?"
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Your memory set off mine. I was one of six children, and Dad was a preacher. Back then, most preachers didn’t fly their private jets or drive Cadillacs. They still shouldn’t but they do.
Fashion was not a thing in my family. Mostly because it was not financially feasible.
Every few months Mom and Dad went out for a date night and came home with a new dress for Mom. Dad bought them because she wouldn’t. Left on her own, she’d buy cheapest. The ones Dad bought weren’t designer labels, but they didn’t scream “scullery maid” either.
I remember how Mom’s posture changed, wearing a new dress. She lit up.
