Silver

Is the hip name ‘Chuck Taylors’ or ‘Cons.’ I’m so desperately old, out of the loop and uncool.

In any case, I felt I needed, I mean RILLY needed, a pair of silver ones to offset the fierce annoyance I experience whilst wearing my damn brace. That and the footwear the rehab joint gave me is heinously mundane. Like worn out boringly old, style free, ugly-as-particularly-dull humdrum sin, mundane..

An aside: My Damn Brace™—that’s the actual corporate name for the awful support thing.

Heartbreakingly, this specific style is only available in a few sizes—it’s been discontinued. I haz a big fat sad. I could howevah get this in a shimmery silver. Close enough! I was told that, for my Damn Brace™ wearing foot, I’d need to get a half size larger or so. Nope, not for Chucks. After waiting a mega eager anticipatory week, the sneaks came in. The Damn Brace™ does NOT fit into my new shimmery Cons. My sad grew larger.

I don’t know how much larger and wider my brace side shoe needs to be. I don’t want to randomly place another order, wait and hope for good results. Perhaps Converse has a customer service line. Jen could call in with the The Damn Brace™ measurements and the cheery CSR can tell us the closest fit.

Yes, that makes shit-loads of sense. Perking myself up with new high top silver sneaks is a good plan. That and more books.

Perhaps I can get a matching par for Coco. N.b: model is not a close match of our Tux.