Word association time. Think quick. Don't ponder. When I say the word, what's the first thing that comes to mind?

"Keds."

Ooooh! I know, I know! The 1980s and early-to-mid 1990s, yes? I can just see them now, in clusters at strip malls and multiplexes: a sea of white canvas shoes and twice as many little blue tags. 

It seems though, that as quickly as the Keds kick came, it left, leaving behind a trail of dusty, machine-washed grey-white shoes with peeling blue tags.

So I was hoofing around on the net when I happened across this, most ... interesting find, from zazzle.com

Does the sight of these send your decade-ometer into a tailspin, or might you see the merit of putting your preggo state on a Ked-estal, which has recently popped out of the same vault where Lisa Frank -- the hottest ticket to Radtown -- must have been hiding all these years. 

What say you, Sisters? Keds can? Or can't?

Regardless of opinion on aesthetic, I'd like to commend Keds for their valiant attempt at imploring that baby-bearing mamas-to-be wear "sensible" shoes, just like our mamas always said.