Jean shorts are tricky.
You don’t want them too short because, you know, you’re thirty two years old. But too long and they become weird, jean capris. If you’re going to go with shorts, you have to go all in.
It’s a fine line, really.
(jean shorts: Old Navy, t-shirt: Old Navy, Converse: Kohls) (pictures by Kaitlyn Meeks Photography)
Have I mentioned before where the name Trusty Chucks comes from? I think in the five plus years I’ve been writing, I’ve probably never shared it. It’s really not deep or anything, but I’m pretty loyal to my Chuck Taylors and when I was pregnant with my first daughter, my feet got huge (like even bigger than normal…and I have big feet on a “good” day) and swollen so much so that all I could wear were my Converse sneakers. I wore them to teach in every day. I wore them to church. I wore them to walk through the neighborhood. I wore them all the time. Those trusty things got me through the last three months of my pregnancy like a champ.
In addition to the greatest pregnancy shoes ever made, I never travel without some Chuck Taylors. I’m on my third pair right now and that’s saying something because I wear those things until they’re not physically able to be worn anymore. Then they get retired, but never thrown away. That’s against my religion. My Chuck Taylor religion. It’s a thing, look it up.
So that’s it: Trusty Chucks. They’ve been with me through the good and the bad (and the really swollen) and I just can’t give up on them.