I think it might be time for me to claim a new pair of favorite shoes. My daughter stole these and flopped around in them at school for most of the year, even though she had a perfectly good pair of decent tennis shoes of her own. They’re just so darn comfy, man.
I wore these the day I took the boys to the creek, but those stains are from a different event in my life.
Look closely, it’s not mud, it’s not rust, it’s…..
chicken blood. Yummy.
Don’t worry, I haven’t worn them in public since then, but there’s always the chance that I might.
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I love it! My faves are a pair of walmart sandels, they look like they have been thru the war of chickens & wabbits…bad enough my hubby ( who could care less what anyone thinks) said…lets go buy you some new sandels..as if I couldn’t?
Um…eeeewwww!
I just shopped at the very upscale payless and bought these babies. do you love them? They’re even nicer in real life
http://www.payless.com/store/product/detail.jsp?skuId=069834050&productId=65193&subCatId=&catId=cat10376&lotId=069834&category=&catdisplayName=Brands+
stunningly comfortable! why mess with perfection
I thought it was blue berry juice stains.
I LOOOOOOVVVVVEEE those shoes! I’ve got me a pair like that too
We could always take up a collection.
LOL, You are a hoot!Those can be washed with a load of old towels, and they will be clean again:)But what fun would that be, right?!
Like Amy says, you could wash them with towels.
Hey! How about those towels you laid all those dead chickens on?
You could wash them with those! In bleach! And hot water!
Yay!
Love that you would admit you wear shoes with chicken blood, and that you might wear them in public. LOVE IT! You know why?
It makes me not the only one.
Yep, it’s time. Possibly even past time. For me though it’s not the chicken blood that’s bothersome. It’s the sweaty child feet stomping around in them. Yech.
Do NOT where these in public…. I repeat…. Do NOT where these in public. It may scare small children.
chicken blood mud shoes. Toto, we’re not in Kansas anymore…or wait…we are, aren’t we?!
I totally know what you mean! I had these black work shoes that were so comfy but they were literally coming apart at the seams (probably because I was pregnant and my feet swelled up two sizes, causing the stitching to come undone… well that and I had had them for about five years). I was finally coerced into buying new ones so I don’t have the old ones any more to photograph them! Bummer!
I had those same shoes! I loved them, too.
I have those shoes, too. Umm, I love them too, but mine are in near pristine condition, lol!!
This has nothing to do with your shoe post. Just wanted to let you know I had to run to the store and pick up pancake syrup cause I ran out of my gallon of Jed’s – the real stuff. And lo and behold, there is Log Cabin sitting on the shelf with this plastered across the label: “NOW! No High Fructose Corn Syrup!”
How about that?
Thank the Maker!!! Bout time. My children will be so happy.
Classy:-)
After viewing your shoes, I now feel that I can wear my old dirty tennis shoes a bit longer. Or at least until they are splattered with chicken blood.
The problem with having a pair of these super comfy shoes is that you forget they’re on your feet and you end up in the sitting in the doctor’s office with them on your feet.
I’ve left the house countless times in my slippers because I forgot I was wearing them.
-FringeGirl
I understand. I’ve been known to wear shoes until they fall apart. Literally.
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I struggle to throw away shoes and clothing. My wife mandates that I clean out my closet every summer. I’m slated to do that in a couple of weeks. Drinking a beer or two facilitates the process and numbs the pain of throwing things out.
Mmmmm, Chicken Blood Shoes! How very Santeria of you. You must find a necklace made of teeth to go with it. Or maybe the bones of a zombie chicken.
My Mom was an RN for 40 years, mostly ICU and CCU — I always knew it had been an exciting day when she came home with blood spatter and spray on her shoes (this was back in the day of all-white nurses uniforms.) Maybe that’s why I’m so interested in the blood spatter analysis specialists in the forensics shows…
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