The Big Cons

It's Not Easy Being Green
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Imagine my delight and surprise — these resplendent turquoise Chucks on the sale rack in a Massachusetts discount store. Arms heaving with a purse, a pair of jeans, another pair of shoes, and three sweaters, I didn’t have enough wiggle room to try them on so I hauled them up by their tongues after a cursory glance at the size and bought them.

Apparently that glance was a little too cursory. It wasn’t until I was back in New York and headed out for a thrilling sojourn to the bank and the laundromat (the inevitable domain of urban-dwelling Converse sneakers, besides the bar) when I realized. As I sat lacing them in the watery January light of my messy kitchen, I found myself saying out loud, “Wow. These look really big.” I slid one on my foot and it flopped around crazily, inches too big in every direction. I was indeed a size 7, but I was not a man.

After the disappointment subsided, I wondered what could have put them on the sale rack in the first place. After all, you don’t see absurdly discounted Chucks every day — hence my initial enthusiasm over them. I realized that it must be the color, that even in 2007 it takes a bold sort to wear turquoise on his feet, especially in the prickly gray suburbs of northeastern Massachusetts. In New York, it would have been different. Hipsters, Chelsea boys, girls who don't mind stuffing, artists and crafty folk with hankerings for a new flower pot — those sneakers would not have been long for the discount rack. Or maybe they would have.

In Ellen Meloy’s The Anthropology of Turquoise, she riffs on the color as it appears in nature, in deserts, oceans and sky, and details its power as a talisman, a currency, an ink dye. Neither green nor blue, it changes according to air and water and skin. It adapts. And maybe, too, it is not quite ready for everyday use. Perhaps to wear turquoise so lightly is to announce yourself a little too boldly to the world, to be — regardless of gender or status — a little bit silly at the outset. Funny how it took nature to stop me, to remind me that my eyes were bigger than my feet.