There once existed a time when walking into a store to purchase sneakers, you essentially had two colors to choose from; white or black which was then accented with a small amount of color. On a recent trip to purchase a pair of running sneakers, I felt as though I had stepped into a box of crayons, surrounded by all sorts of colors with crazy names to boot. From bubble gum pink to zesty orange, electric blue to slim green – the color combinations were endless!! I had absolutely no idea where to start. As the salesman approached me, I imagine he could read the overwhelmed look I had written across my face.
“A lot to choose from.” he replied. “May I make a suggestion? Ignore the colors you see and try some sneakers on. It will be the best way to find the one’s that are perfect for you.”
There were obviously too many colors to choose from and I had no idea which color I wanted to pick, so I took his suggestion and began my search for the perfect fit, just picking up a random sneaker and trying it on. However, ironically, I would soon find out that the colors were a clear indication of what would or wouldn’t be the best sneaker for me.
First, I tried fruit; a pair of gushing grape colored Asics trimmed in a granny smith apple green. I was wearing fruit on my feet! Fruit don’t belong on your feet and neither did this pair of sneakers, so it was on to the next pair. Next, black Skechers decked out in a variety of bright candy colors. Looking at them made me think of the colors of gumballs coming out of the gumball machine. Pinks, yellows, blues, and greens; a sweet combinations that did not fit so sweetly afterall. This was soon followed up by a pair of pink Nike’s that looked as though I had stuck my foot in a bucket of Pepto Bismol. Needless to say, these didn’t fit my feet comfortably and no doubt were making me nauscious just staring at them. Before long, I was trying to cram my feet into a pair of Caution tape, bright yellow sneakers. Perhaps the color was an indication not to try the sneakers on in the first place, warning me to stay away because as soon as I put those on, I knew right away they were clearly not right for me.
After spending an hour or so trying on numerous sneakers in nearly ever color of the crayon box, I settled on a pair of electric blue sneakers, complete with hot pink shoelaces and trim, reminiscent of a neon sign shining brightly. They fit like a dream! Finally, a pair of running sneakers that were the perfect fit complete with a color to suit.