I had the blue pair. My dad had the brown. Sears: home of Husky pants.
I actually liked those brown shoes at the time...hard to believe. I would buy a pair now for the nostalgia if somebody brought them back.
I was a Husky jeans wearer, but got my belly (mostly) under control in high school...funny, I had little interest in clothes and no interest in shopping for them, so I just wore whatever my mom bought for me. I guess there were a few things I refused to put on and she would eventually return them. Mom had to watch me carefully to see when my clothes were falling apart, I remember one day when I was called into the school office to take a picture because of some award I had received and I realized later that there was a huge hole in the shoulder of my flannel shirt. I was very particular about jackets and shoes, though, had to pick those out myself.