Keds
I have these pair of old Keds that I got in probably 8th grade and I’ve loved them to death. Literally.
There is no life left in those babies… they consist of holes, broken down soles, and that ‘stepped right into a deep puddle a few too many times’ smell.
I haven’t thrown them away, because they are too perfect and they don’t make this particular style anymore, and I feel a little less guilty just letting them occupy a tiny space on my bathroom floor.
It’s starting to pain me not to wear them. Ouch.
