When I was eight, my Grandma gave me a pair of old blue Jellies that one of my cousins had grown out of. I loved them. Sure, they were a little loved and worn in places. But they were cool. They had a little bit of a heel and they made a nice clompy sound when I walked on lino.
My Mother told me not to wear them to school because they were not appropriate. But I just HAD to. I really needed to show them off. Also there was some really good lino to clomp on at my school. It had to be done. I stuffed them in my backpack one morning and decided to make the switch at school. Little did I know that I had a doctors appointment at lunch time that day and that my Mother was coming to pick me up early.
She was not at all impressed to see the inappropriate Jellies on my feet. I'm not too sure what happened to those shoes, but I do not recall seeing them again.
The next day at school was a mufti day so I put on my pre-planned outfit and then strapped on my brand new Jellies. I smiled at them in the mirror trying to be excited about them. I was excited to show them off at school though. That was until I got to school. As I entered my classroom and gazed across the floor, I was met with a sea of sparkly Jelly shod 12 year old feet. My heart sank instantly. Out of nowhere I heard a voice call "Haha! you got the dumb black ones!" Suddenly all eyes were on me, or well, my feet. "Yeah my Mum tried to make me get those ones too but I said no way!" shrieked another Sparkly Jelly wearer. I felt miserable, but I managed to hide it and muster "I knew everyone would have those sparkly ones, so I went with the black ones because they're, you know, more mature at all." I could see the wind was slowly being knocked out of the other sparkle jellied girls so I kept it up. "Anyway, I think my three year old cousin has those sparkly Jellies!" I added. I figured that was the icing on the cake, as the sparkle Jellied girls then wandered off sullenly, casting disgruntled looks back at me as they did. I took a deep breath, trying to convince myself I'd meant what I'd just said.
"Hi!" I heard behind me. I spun around and saw my friend Bronwyn walking in, shod in nothing other than sparkly Jellies! Though hers were gold.
"Cool shoes," I managed.
As you can see, I've had a tumultuous love affair with Jellies. But when I saw some silver sparkly jellies the other day in Cotton On for only $15.00 I squealed with delight! Though this time I think I am going to hold out for pink with pink sparkles! I know, how immature!