Summit of the High-Top

I grabbed the lowest loop of that thick white lace and hauled myself right up. The ribbed cotton weave gave solid traction under my bare feet, so I scrambled up rung by rung, using each metal eyelet as a tiny foothold. Pulling myself over the padded tongue took some muscle, but I swung one leg across the collar and popped straight onto the rim. Sitting up high on this giant sneaker gives the coolest view in the whole room! I can see clear across the carpet all the way to the hallway, and the chunky rubber base makes the whole thing feel rock-solid.