Norma’s Extra Special 2009 Grammy Awards

  1. The Shut Up and Go Back To Your Tiny Island Award — U2
  2. The Worst Use of a Music Legend Award — whoever paired Stevie Wonder with The Jonas Bros
  3. The “I’m a real blond!” “No I’m a real blond” Award — (tie) Leann Rimes and Sheryl Crow
  4. The Scarred Award — Blink182
  5. The I Should Be Hosting Award — Craig Ferguson
  6. The Escape From Rehab Award — Whitney Houston
  7. The Kissing a Girl Doesn’t Mean You Can Dance AT ALL Award — Katy Perry
  8. The Sluttiest Pregnant Woman Ever Award — MIA
  9. The “Hey, is that Tiffany?” Award — Paul McCartney
  10. The Grandpa Grammy — Neil Diamond

Vintage Kaepas Wanted!

I recently visited my hometown. The purpose was twofold:

  1. To spend a few days with my grandmother.
  2. To give my new husband the grand tour and take him to all the spots that had significance in my life.

I’ve discovered over the years that visiting that tiny town is like taking a trip back in time. Somehow I am immediately taken back to the early 80s. I suppose it’s because those were such pivotal years for me, but I think it’s also because my hometown is sort of stuck. Much of the town is exactly as it was during that decade of my life. It’s weird.

The point is, the feeling lingers. I came home and began to infuse my current life with the pop culture of 20 years ago. The VH1 Classic/DVR combo in my living room lets me record and save hours worth of 80s videos every week. My YouTube “favorite videos” is now populated with the likes of Duran Duran, Cyndi Lauper and Pat Benatar. I’ve decided to begin a collection of 80s movies. I have a sudden need to read old issues of Seventeen. (I managed to find some from 1984 at a nearby library and I really did feel 13 again for the half hour or so I thumbed through them. I really did.) Luckily, I married someone who loves the 80s as much as I do–hometown trip or not. He is encouraging (enabling?) this six-laned highway trip down memory lane. Alas, though, there’s something missing.

This has happened before, the last time being about two years ago when I attended a high school reunion. That trip left me with a need to have a pair of Nikes. Not just any Nikes–the Nikes that were my very first pair of Nikes. It actually didn’t take very long to find a website that had information about them: canvas, rubber toe, blue swoop. The site also had information about labels inside the shoes and how to tell what year they were made. Next thing you know, I was happily shopping eBay for my old shoes. A couple of months and $20 later, I was the proud owner of these:

Now I can’t explain what waxing nostalgic has to do with buying old shoes, but I can tell you that I now need a pair of Kaepas. Remember the old Kaepas? With the two shoestrings in each shoe? I had a pair of low tops with the navy blue logo and a pair of high tops with the silver logo. I got them in middle school and I know I wore them through high school, but then… I have no idea what ever happened to them. I still have my pink Chucks from 1983, so where did my Kaepas get off to? What’s weirder…everyone’s Kaepas seem to have gotten off to somewhere. I can’t find any mention of them anywhere. The official Kaepa website (yes, they still make shoes) has not a single mention. I’ve been haunting eBay daily and I’ve come up with nothing. Even those websites managed by avid vintage shoe lovers have no mention of the old Kaepa. There has to be at least one pair. Somewhere.