In Search of the Elusive Chucks: Photo Essay   5 comments

My friend the poet and photographer Jude Dillon accompanied me recently on a shopping expedition to Divine Decadence on 17th Avenue SW for my annual spring acquisition of a new pair of Converse All Stars — aka Chucks.

At the front door of Divine Decadence. Obviously I’ve already been next door to Reid’s Stationers where I bought a notebook which I did need and a fountain pen that I didn’t need.I have so many fountain pens now that I don’t need, but I can’t seem to help myself. The same could be said of Chucks. This pair I am in search of today will be pair #4. Oh well.

 

 

Atop the stairs preparing for the descent into Decadence. A tad apprehensive, perhaps. It’s a major undertaking that I don’t take lightly.

 

 

Holy Moses! Decisions, decisions! Do you ever find that too much choice can lead to paralysis?

 

 

A Prufrock moment: Do I dare wear a pair of peach-coloured Chucks?(Or are they tangello? Or is there such a thing as tangello Chucks? What would Prufrock have done? Or for that matter, Elliot? An existential conundrum . . .)

 

 

 

The lovely Megan helping me with the all important decision. We consulted for several hours, I had her people call my people, they did, they took a lunch, I took a nap, but when I woke up I was hungry because I hadn’t had my own lunch. Buying shoes can be exhausting.

 

 

The moment of truth. Yes they had the style I wanted and they even had my size, which is no small feat, so to speak, when you’re size 13. A small village of small people could live in one of my shoes. A hamlet. I wonder if Hamlet wore Chucks? If I were directing it, I’d put him in the exact same pair as I’m buying for myself.

 

Lacing up! This black on black style was recommended to me by my daughter Johanna Stickland who is the most famous fashion model I know and whom I trust entirely as my fashion adviser. She’s in Portugal right now, in case you’re wondering. But she’s going to Concordia in the fall to study photography.

 

Success! Over the years, my definition of success has become admittedly somewhat narrow. But you can never have too many shoes!

 

 

 

Hopefully I have enough in my account to pay for these suckers! I was once on a date and I had to stop off at the ATM to get some cash. I told my date I wasn’t sure if I had any money in my account. But then I took some out. And so she asked me how much I had in my account and I said around $1,000.00. She said, “So you don’t really know within $1,000.00 what your bank balance is?” And I said “That’s right.” She just shook her head, and then we had a drink.

 

The photographer. This is as much of the mysterious Jude Dillon as you’re likely to see.

 

 

 

Love yourself: why not? Better than the alternative! A nice reminder. Our trip to Divine was a lovely interlude. I make no secret that I love to support local businesses. Divine is an institution on 17th Ave., the people are friendly, what’s not to like? By the way, Megan asked me to put in a plug for their big sale coming up called Midnight Madness. It’s on April 27th from 7PM till Midnight. Everything in the store on sale up to 80%! (Details at divineplanet.com)

(I think I’ll head back and reconsider those peach coloured high tops)

Thanks for reading!

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5 responses to “In Search of the Elusive Chucks: Photo Essay

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  1. Out in the boonies.
    Heh.
    About two hours east of Saskatoon.
    Small town. Wadena area.

  2. First I’d have to go to the city! All we’ve got out here is a Bargain Store (might as well throw your $ in the garbage, everything in it is so poorly made) and a ladies’ dress shop without enough choices … and when upon occasion I do find a pair of clodhoppers that might do, the size I need isn’t there. Next week: Toronto, and staying in a hotel across the street from a mall. I don’t like shopping, but gotta walk, so: the great shoe hunt will be on if I get a spare moment. I envy you the “handyness” of city living when it comes to shopping.

  3. Refreshin’!
    The hightops … go for it, I say.
    I’m in the market for a good pair of walking shoes: Brisk, 45 minutes every-other-day tough, well-soled with breathable tops, no-laces, size 6.
    I don’t buy many shoes, but a girl has needs.

    • Well, you should check out midnight madness. They have so many styles and colours I’m sure you’d find something funky and functional. Shit, I’m starting to sound like a salesperson!

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