Well, just a bit earlier in the year, I experienced a gift of red sneakers. That story is told inside of Red Sneakers.
That tale I think of as yin. It’s soft, sweet, sassy, feminine in a quasi-original way. Plus it’s rebellious because it’s red rather than traditional white.
But it’s one half of the circle. The other swirl is classically black.
Its formation began on the day I received the red Chucks. My husband surprised me by taking me to California Pastrami – a tiny strip-mall restaurant that promised to satisfy my nostalgic hunger for a pastrami sandwich, just like the ones that I had in New Jersey as a kid.
So, you get the idea: the theme of the celebratory weekend was one of wistfulness and a yearning to look backward.
And it grandly succeeded. I don’t eat red meat, but, a secret craving had emerged and I sated it. All gooey and dripping with fats was the sandwich, and, I delighted in the entire mess.
After leaving the cafe, we walked a mere fifteen feet to our car and as I stood next to the passenger door, I turned to look back – to drink in one last vision-sip of the cafe that had time-traveled me back five decades.
That’s when I caught a glance of a blonde-haired, slender, little gazelle of a tween stotting across the sidewalk . . . heading into the pizza shop at the mall’s end.
Her movement was eye catching, however, it was her feet that stood me still.
She was wearing a pair of black canvas, knee-high Chucks. Something I’d never seen before, but, immediately fell in love with!
I shamelessly stared as she glided through the doorway with her family. Even more shamelessly, I told Hubby that I’d wait for her to leave, (just takeout after all), and get a better look at the prancing paws.
We waited. She was quick to leave. I took a mental photo and rhapsodized about them on our ride back to the hotel.
But I left it there. I searched for high-tops and nothing that tall appeared, so, I released the fantasy.
What should appear beneath the Christmas tree?
Yep. You guessed it: A pair of Knee-high black Chucks!!
Now I feel even more like a kid playing in a body that’s trapped in the role of an adult.
I just need to wait a few months for the snow to melt so I can go pronging outside and truly play in my new feet . . . truly complete the yin/yang experience of coveted sneakers.