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Saturday, May 06, 2006
Sunday Scribblings: My shoes
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Sunday Scribblings : My Shoes
My shoes, my shoes I don't know what to do... I try to draw a boot and out of the paper pops a bird...
I was recently asked if I'd worn Doc Marten's when Jim and I got married in 2000... and all because I had, perhaps somewhat unusually, decided to take the photos myself... who needs a photographer to order you about at your own wedding!
My shoes, my shoes I know what I'll do... I'll write about my favourite ever pair of shoes.
But I don't have a favourite pair.
Why is that, do you have lots?
No, I don't particularly like shoes at all.
Isn't that unusual?
What do you mean, am I somehow not a real woman because I don't actually have a million, zillion pairs of beautiful shoes?
No, no of course I didn't mean that, at least I didn't mean you to mean that...
Okay, when I was little my mother always bought me sensible shoes. I had broad feet and it was hard to find any let alone pretty ones. I got teased in the playground for wearing decent shoes that were so unlike everyone elses. And as my feet grew to be longer than her's my mother called me "L-shaped", ignoring that I was already taller than her too. I don't have good associations with shoes.
Are you sure you didn't wear Doc Marten's to your wedding?
Yes of course I am. I've had one pair, a flowery pair, and I couldn't get comfortable in them no matter what I wore between me and them. I gave them to a charity shop.
Ah so is comfort the issue?
Yes of course. Who would want to wear shoes that felt unpleasant?
Aha... I see your mother was successful then.
What do you mean?
Well you are more interested now in how they feel than how they look? And you think that is normal.
But is it?