Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Ode to my Sperry's
I purchased my Sperry's last Christmas at a hectic shoe sale at Dillard's. The place was packed. There were women everywhere with associates frantically trying to keep the peace and find shoe sizes for the customers. As I picked through last season's flats and ugly heels, I spotted them. A beautiful pair of brown checkered Sperry Topsiders. Oh, they were perfect. I snatched them and held them close. No way I was letting these gems get away. I brought them up to the counter with my mother and bought them. I have never been more satisfied with a shoe purchase (ok, exaggeration. At that same time I also bought a pair of ruby red boots that are also adorable. But for the sake of the story THESE were the shoes of all shoes).
Fast forward six months. It's summertime and perfect Sperry-wearin' weather. They go great with shorts and can be worn without socks. Could it get any better? Well, yes because throughout the summer I noticed that after I wore my beautiful Sperry's my feet would turn red and itch. Not just any old mosquito bite itch. A burning, uncontrollable itch that would keep me up at night clawing my feet off. I went to the Health center and they concluded the problem was contact dermatitis (basically an allergic reaction). They gave me some cream and some pills and sent me on my way.
Everything's fixed right? Wrong.
A few weeks later the problem returned. I went to a dermatologist and got a patch allergy test. What did they conclude? I am allergic to a certain kind of rubber that happens to be one of the main materials in, you guessed it, Sperry Topsiders.
How could this be? I tried everything. I wore socks. I put the allergy cream on before I wore them, but nothing worked. 24 hours in my precious Sperry's leave me begging on my knees before the allergic reaction gods.
So goodbye dear Sperry's. I will miss you. We've had some good times, but this relationship is just too destructive. It's not me, it's you.