I bought them years ago, on a whim. They were on sale, and I thought they were cute, campy. I wore them once.
Lately, I’ve been shopping my shoe morgue of great deals, rarely worn. I slipped the Keds on with a pair of jeans and now wear them often. Perhaps pink footwear is “me,” after all. At age 62, I’m breaking out of my mold. A young friend said I was stylin’. I’m not sure if that’s good or bad.
They do make a statement. Are pink Keds a metaphor, my rebellion against aging? If asked, that’s the explanation I’ll offer. But just between you and me, they are deliciously comfy At my age, comfort is the deciding factor.