If husbands were shoes, I always thought I’d marry a stiletto. A stylish, beautiful stiletto of course, maybe a Manolo Blahnik or a Jimmy Choo. If I didn’t marry a stiletto I’d at least end up with a Prada pump. I imagined Mr. Right wearing a well-tailored suit to the office every day. He would work in the city in finance or law. On Friday nights we would open a bottle of red and order take-out from a Thai restaurant.
But when it came time to settle down, I made a very different choice. The truth is I never even dated stilettos or pumps. They sounded great on paper, but in real life I was always attracted to loafers. If my husband was a shoe, he’d be a loafer -- not a Gucci, not a J.P. Todd, but a Bass Weejun, to be exact.
It turns out the Weejun is the perfect fit. Weejuns are classic like Levis, navy blazers and Timex watches. They have solid New England values. With a Bass Weejun, what you see is what you get. They are never pretentious and they don’t make other shoes feel bad about themselves. They are at home in any closet. Weejuns are just as comfortable hanging out with Christian Louboutin as they are with Kenneth Cole. Weejuns tell it like it is. They don’t buy into fads or trends. They come in a standard oxblood color that will never be in style but that never goes out of style.
My Weejun is dependable. He feels comfortable in that just right, broken in kind of way. He is familiar, a safe choice, and he keeps my feet planted firmly on the ground. When I’m with my Weejun I can dress up in Armani or dress down in jeans. No matter what, I know he’ll be in Dockers and a golf shirt. On Friday nights, I kick off my Delman flats and we order burgers from the local pub. He drinks Coke, from the can, and I have a glass of white. My Weejun and me, we make a great pair.