Although I’m what you’d refer to as ‘fully-grown’ (let’s just say over 29) and thus should be wise, level-headed and approach things with slightly muted tones of excitement, there’s still very much a hyperactive child hiding just behind this, ahem, grown facade. Over the years this child has learnt to behave and remain as if Ritalin dosed: slightly foaming at the mouth and sedately tucked out of sight. That is until something triggers an outburst. You see, no matter how old I get there remains certain things, out of my control I may add, guaranteed to make my inner child jump out doing the running man and sporting full-on jazz hands. Being the big ol’ tomboy that I am, mostly it’s things like: buying new vinyl, seeing things at the cinema in 3-D (big one at the moment), eating too many Percy Pigs (which I’ve decided are as close to crack as confectionary gets), StarWars light sabres in toyshops that light up and have the full array of sound effects, challenging anything that says ‘DO NOT press/touch/swallow’ etc… All these things will get an outburst but one thing ultimately, above all else, one thing that really does it for me is: KICKS, CREPES, SNEAKERS, TRAINERS. Whatever you wanna call them, I love ‘em.
What can add an extra notch of excitement to this experience tipping me close to full moon lunacy? Creating my very own pair of Nike iD’s. Yes, I said it, Nike iD’s. I had the pleasure of this ‘kid in a candyshop’ experience on Friday, thanks to a very generous birthday gift of a voucher, and it very much lived up to my expectations. Being ushered through those smoked glass doors into a room, the four corners of which were laden with examples of the possibilities that awaited me, was as close as I’ve got (to date) to feeling like Charlie Bucket winning that golden ticket. Awaiting me, like the Willy Wonka of Nike town, was Nick my personal iD expert for the hour it would take me to create my masterpiece. To my joy and surprise, Nick was as excitable and passionate (may have been to do with the high caffeine intake he’d consumed that morning) about the whole thing as I, which can’t be easy to feign on a daily basis but added to the unique and magical feel of it all. Although I had several fits of indecision, thanks to some priceless input from the ultimate iD vet, my very good friend Miriam, and Nick aka the ‘Wizard’ (see below) at the helm, we separated the classics from the decidedly chavish and set to work designing some Air Max 1’s* that will take pride of place in my collection.
The best part of the whole experience? I will take great joy in rocking these gems out in say approximately three months time when the palette I selected from is no longer available. Why you ask? The answer is simple my friends. When someone plucks up the courage to ask me where I got my trainers from, which IS inevitably going to happen as they’ll be so dope, brimming with silent glee and sporting a nonchalant yet knowing headshake, my response will be:
Action: raises trainer to knee height, I may point for added effect Tone: quizzical
‘Oh, these, they’re one-offs mate‘
Action: lowers trainer, shrug of shoulders,slight smile Tone: a hint of sympathy but only a hint
Judge me all you like, true sneaker heads will concur, there’s nothing like rocking a dope pair of kicks no one else can have!
*For those that are bothered, my love of the Air Max is what I’m known for, hence the name ‘MillyOnAir’ on occasion and the very reason this blog was named AirsnGraces