The "black" shoes
Hi to all, and welcome aboard the Flashback Friday Express. We're heading back to 1977, so fasten your seat belts because we're ready to depart.
We I was younger, we really never had anything to speak of. Times were tough, so anything you could get for free, you acted on it (A habit that I have to this day). Since I was a "husky" child, and couldn't wear my brother's clothes when he grew out of them, I didn't have his hand-me-downs. Not to fear, my mom had a co-worker who had a son a year older than me, and a size bigger. This is where I got my hand-me-downs.
I didn't mind most of the stuff he gave me. Most of the pants needed hemmed, since he was taller. There were a few shirts that I didn't care for, but still had to wear. It was the one pair of shoes that I really didn't like.
To say that these shoes were ugly would be putting it mild. They were a three toned brown saddle shoe with at least a two inch heel. They looked like something a pimp might wear. Or a clown. The toe and heel were a very dark brown. The upper was a "Crayola" brown. There was a light brown triangle on each side. The soles were black. I tried to find a picture that even remotely looked like them, but without success. Good thing. You probably would have needed to use eye bleach.
When I first got these shoes, they were too big. Mom kept them because I would grow into them, and they still had a lot of life left in them (that was probably because they were kept hidden in the back of the closet by the previous owner).
When I did grow into them, I didn't want to wear them. Since money was short, and shoes didn't grow on trees, I was told that I was going to wear them. Since I HAD to wear them, I had to come up with a plan. And that I did.
Building model cars was one of my favorite pastimes. I rummaged through my model paints until I found what I was looking for. BLACK. I took that black model paint and painted those ugly brown shoes. When I was finished, they didn't look bad. If you didn't know that they had been brown, you never would have been able to tell. About once a month, I "touched them up" with the paint, then applied a layer of black shoe polish. I wore them until the ninth grade.
Do you have any horrid shoe stories?