Ah, Famolare!
Such memories of high school daze and the coveting of those shoes. All the rich girls had them! I wanted a pair soooo bad! I don't think I ever got one.
Because we wore uniforms to school you could only wear brown shoes. So naturally the girls with the rich parents wore Famolares (which was 95% of the girls - it was an all girls high school - were talking girls who drove Jaguars to school). The rest of us smoes wore the cheap knock-offs!! I can't even remember what mine looked like and I can remember most every pair of shoes I have ever had! (a strange affliction!)
I must have blocked the h.s. shoes out of my mind lol! Ya well, I blocked most of h.s. out of my memory!! Expect for the memory of an 80-year-old nun (Sister Anna) literally running after me down the hall yelling, "Get back here young lady! I've checked your grades and you can't afford to be fooling around!!" This was after she caught me and my friends causing a ruckus in the "math lab" and we scattered like fleas! I was running as fast as I could down the hall way to get away from her but that old nun just keep on a'coming. I have a very vivid memory of making it to a big set of double doors and bursting though them with full force into the fresh air and bright sunlight, laughing my head off!
Ah, such a stinker!!
Now see the memories you have stirred Chris??? :P
xxoo ~ Maureen