Playing Favorites: High Top Chucks

Sentiment. Such a human thing. And wearing it? Even more so. Whether it be a necklace, a scarf, an old shirt, or in my case: shoes, when you put an item on that carries emotional value it's comforting. These shoes are most definitely velveteen rabbits (I've loved the life right into them). They don't smell as bad as they look like they do. They are worn to bits, and of all my fashionable footwear they are hands down (feet down?) the best shoes I own.

Originally my little brother's 'every day' kicks, they became worn out and morphed into his lawn mowing shoes...the white rubber is stained green. He wears a bigger size than me, so they resemble clown shoes ever so slightly (I like to keep my footwear floppaaaaay). They have holes, the laces are busted and I wouldn't want it any other way. Now that I think about it they are probably my favorite piece in my entire closet.

People pay good money to sport sartorial selections as perfectly destructed as these Chuck Taylors. 

I grew close to my little brother in our high school years. We explored the suburban teenage pop-punk, angsty, drinking beer in woods, converse wearing, hot pink and green hair dying horizons together, and he did it all while wearing these shoes. I'm afraid when they become completely unwearable I might have to bronze them.

Funny how nostalgia can take something representative of such an uncomfortable time in life
(teenage-dom) and transform it into...well...ultimate comfort. On days when "I just need to do me, y'all" (i.e. no makeup, jeans, and a non discript shirt) these hightops are a go-to.

So here's I am. No make-up (not trying to make a statement or anything, unless the statement is "I'm lazy"), jeans, nappy hair and my favorite shoes.

What's the story with the sentimental pieces in your closets? I wanna know about 'em.

{Glasses: c/o Firmoo}{Shoes:Gifted}{Jeans:DKNY}{Shirt: Thrifted Raplh Lauren}