The thing is, I don't wear tennies all that often. Being short and vain, I almost always wear heels. Even my "casual" shoes have high heels, or at least wedges. But I draw the line at wearing heels to walk the dog or work in the yard.
|Not even these...and yes, I totally own these.|
Anyway, since I don't spend a lot of time in tennis shoes, I don't put a lot of thought or money into them. Hence, I end up in some cheap - and let's face it, unattractive - shoes. Meanwhile, the rest of the family runs around in their Nikes or their New Balances, mocking my fugly athletic footwear. Well, no more. Now I have decent shoes, too.
And did I mention they're purple?
|Purple AND silver!|
I have a thing for purple. If you listen to the pop psychologists, my preference for purple makes me everything from emotionally immature to an egomaniac to gay. Which is silly, because I'm definitely not gay.
|That's what I'm talking about.|
|They are much more attractive than these, and have |
the added bonus of not making me look like Justin Bieber.
In fact, as much I love my beautiful New Beetle, I've always thought my life would be just a tiny bit more complete it it were...well, you know.
|If Barbie could have one, why couldn't I?|
|Just let it take you, man. Don't deny the purple.|
Even nature loves purple, from frogs:
...to the elusive purple cow.
|I'd rather see than be one.|
And let's not forget Grimace.
|Barney the Dinosaur? Total rip-off.|
Man, I have a craving for grape juice right now...
(Hey, if you like purple, follow me! Just a thought.)