My Chuck Taylors are one of those pairs of shoes that just make me feel comfortable and perhaps even safe. They're so simple and so worn in, they're like an old blanket or sentimental t-shirt. They easily tuck under me if I need to curl up for a nap; they don't pinch, rub, or otherwise harass my feet; and they are consistently reliable. As I had a flight to Houston ahead of me this afternoon, plus an evening drive back to Austin, I knew comfort was key. Not just physical comfort, though, but the homey kind of comfort, which, however it happens, these shoes can give. The warmth inducing kind of comfortable. Today was not a particularly easy day by any stretch of the imagination, but oddly enough, wearing my Chucks helped. As I've had them for nearly ten years, they've seen quite a bit and have walked with me through a number of tough situations. They're a bit worse for wear, but they get the job done as well as they did fresh out of the box.
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