How does that saying go? Something like, "If you wore something the first time it was in fashion then you're too old to wear it the second time?" Now when it comes to acid-wash jeans and side ponytails, I wholeheartedly agree. But Minnetonka moccasins? No way. That might be because I don't want to wear acid-wash jeans or a side ponytail…
In any case, I wore Minnetonka moccasins every day when I was in eighth grade. Yes, about the same age as my daughter if you're wondering. Every year growing up, our family took a summer vacation to Michigan or Door County, Wisconsin, and every year I'd buy another pair of moccasins. I'd wear them even in the Chicago snow, until the bottoms were worn through and I had to layer them with duct tape. They had terrible arch support even for a 13-year-old so you can imagine the lack of support they give me now. But, again, do I care? No I do not.
When we went to Rockaway Beach a few weeks ago and I saw a sign for Minnetonka moccasins, I knew we'd be stopping. The rest of the family hit the gag gifts and the seashells and I bee-lined for the moccasin wall. I tried on a few slightly more fashionable pairs but I wanted the beads and the fringe and the no-soles. (I would have freaked if they had the camel-colored suede like I had in eighth grade.) So I got these. When my husband saw them he told me they had mid-life crisis written all over them. But when I wore them the other day to pick Perry up from school, what did the first person who saw them say? "Those shoes are so cute! I want a pair!"
So go figure.
