There are few experiences in life as fulfilling as purchasing a new pair of sneakers (especially if, like me, your life has been relatively sheltered). When I was a kid new sneakers were the undisputed highlight of my year, even when my mom would take me to Payless and get me the generic store brand.
I loved everything about the experience. Lifting the flap on the box, removing the wadded pieces of tissue paper from each shoe, doing up the laces for the first time. Bliss.
Over the years I have become partial to Adidas, specifically blue. I once bought four pairs of bluebird Campus II sneakers at once because I heard they were going to stop making them. Also, I have mild obsessive compulsive disorder, especially when it comes to hygiene, so unlike some people who run a pair of sneakers into the ground until the sole is flopping off or there are ragged tears in the side, the second there is any sign of abnormal wear, I discard them and move on to the next pair.
Go ahead and buy a new pair this weekend and just see how your mood improves. One caveat though; you have to buy them for yourself. I can't guarantee the same happiness will apply if you are buying sneakers for all seven of your children.
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