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Ever since I can remember, I've had this thing about shoes -- and boots in particular. As a little girl, I was frequently frustrated by the discrepancy between mine and Mum (who actually bought the damn things for me)'s taste. I'd point to some beautiful fur-lined leopard print winter boots and Mum would get me boring old fake leather brown ones. Plus she frequently got the size wrong.

I was almost 14 when I was finally allowed to buy shoes for myself. I came home with my first pair of high-heeled black leather boots. A year later, I used my first ever hard-earned cash working long hours in a supermarket during my summer holidays to finance the acquisition of an even higher-heeled pair of pointy red ones - and I've never looked back since.

Last Saturday, while on my way to pick and choose a carpet for Dad's new abode, I passed a tiny little boutique and caught sight of some boots in the back of the shop, which I liked the look of immediately but had no time to investigate further; and besides, I was still on this self-imposed economy drive of mine. But I couldn't forget about them. So yesterday, I went back to that shop...and nearly had an apoplexy when I couldn't spot them anywhere. The sales person came out and after hearing my description of the boots I thought I'd seen a few days earlier, nodded and said she thought she still had two or three pair in the back. She came back with two, and showed them to me. Yes, they were the ones I'd been dreaming about. Very thin stilleto heels, knee-high, calf-hugging black leather very pointy boots with white embroidery in a spiral or curly-wurly pattern covering them all over. I jumped for joy...until she read out the sizes. She had one pair 2 sizes too small, and the other 1 size too big. My face fell, and I was readying myself to walk out of the shop and drown my disappointment in a cuppa in the tearoom next door, when she spoke the magic words: "The smaller size really isn't that small...why don't you try them and if they 'fit', I'll give you a 20% discount!"
I jammed my foot in there -they pinched, but not too badly-, but couldn't close the zipper over the last bit of my calf. Cursing my shapely legs, I prepared to leave once more, until I thought 'nothing ventured, nothing gained' and tried on the too big pair. OK - they were too big, but nothing a pair of socks and half a pack of cotton wool wouldn't solve...and they did allow me to do up the zipper entirely. Besides, if I bought them too big, I wouldn't have to break them in first...I asked if she'd give me a discount on this pair too, seeing as how I had to have some kind of compensation at least for being willing to walk around in Coco the Clown-shoes, and she laughed and gave me the same 20% off she'd promised me for the smaller pair.

When I got home and looked in the mirror, I started to think maybe she was right and my legs did take on a sheer endless quality, but my feet looked absolutely huge in them and I questioned the wisdom of my decision. I had, after all, through sheer greed, parted with a large wad of cash. Feeling guilty, I changed and went to meet my colleagues for a 'team dinner'.

So while getting sloshed on sake (we were in a Japanese restaurant), I regaled them to the story of my latest acquisition, and answered truthfully that yes they definitely are of the come fuck me-category, or would be if they hadn't been so big, and then promised to wear them to work today so they could all see for themselves.

I came in in a miniskirt this morning, the better for them to see my marvelous but too big boots, and they all went speechless, then started whistling and applauding and kissing me and assuring me that these are the most beautiful in my collection yet, and worth every bit of money I laid out. Men and women alike, they all like them, and I feel so much better now.

And before you say anything: yes, I'm very well aware of the fact that I'm shallow in the extreme.



( 25 Speak Like A Child — Shout To The Top )
Oct. 17th, 2003 04:26 am (UTC)
Boots are never a shallow topic. They are Very Important. As are shoes.
Oct. 17th, 2003 05:50 am (UTC)
Ah, a woman after my own heart. You're absolutely right, of course. Between shoes and Spike, what else is there?
Oct. 17th, 2003 05:22 am (UTC)
i've recently succumbed to 'shoe fever' myself, much to my wallet's chagrin.
Oct. 17th, 2003 05:52 am (UTC)
Wallets should keep their noses out of it, don't you think? They're not doing anyone a favour spreading their pessimism and sour pussiness about.
Oct. 17th, 2003 07:03 am (UTC)
ah yes, but they hold all the cash and credit cards. court's in their favor.
Oct. 17th, 2003 07:08 am (UTC)
Question of how you deal with 'em. Mine always caves after a stern talking to...usually combined with puppy dog eyes.
Oct. 17th, 2003 07:16 am (UTC)
i have yet to master puppy dog eyes, but i can pout with the best of them.
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Oct. 17th, 2003 06:05 am (UTC)
Don't worry, I intend to!
Oct. 17th, 2003 06:50 am (UTC)
As long as you like them, who cares what anyone else thinks? And, if you do pull in them, you will let us know, won't you?

Oct. 17th, 2003 07:01 am (UTC)
Re: Boots
Carol, as always, you are the Voice of Reason. And you're absolutely right: who cares what anyone else thinks, as long as I like them?

But the thing is, I wasn't sure what I was thinking anymore. I still liked them, that never changed -- but knowing they were a bigger size than I normally take made me conscious of what size feet I appear to be having in them. And of course, being the kind of panic-mongerer that I basically am, I blew it up out of all proportions.
My colleagues have now reassured me: they don't look too big at all.

Besides which, I like hearing people praise my footwear. Makes me feel all glowy with pride of ownership. As I said: I'm shallow.
Oct. 17th, 2003 12:16 pm (UTC)
Schoene weisse Schuhe
PLease wear them when we meet again? You've inspired me, I'll wear my too white, too shiny sixties boots to work Monday..with a mini-skirt.

And I love that song...
Oct. 18th, 2003 06:45 am (UTC)
Re: Schoene weisse Schuhe
Promise I will - I'll need your honest, unbiased opinion to take away that last bit of doubt still lingering at the back of my mind. You see, my workmates - they're sweet and all, but what with the annual round of evaluations coming up next month, I think some of 'em might not have wanted to get on my slightly less good side...

I can almost picture you in your Twiggy-outfit on Monday. Way to start off the week - you'll knock 'em dead!
Oct. 18th, 2003 08:05 am (UTC)
Re: Schoene weisse Schuhe
That's what I'm afraid of - too much effect. I have been known to overdress...
Oct. 20th, 2003 12:04 am (UTC)
Re: Schoene weisse Schuhe
Join the club!

I'm going to be in London again in a week or two. All I'm saying is, Monsoon had better not be displaying their festive end-of-year collection yet!

Oct. 20th, 2003 08:28 am (UTC)
Re: Schoene weisse Schuhe
I adore Monsoon - although it doesn't fit me. I've been urging my sister to get married, so I can have my daughtehrs as bridesmaids in Monsoon...Sigh.
Oct. 20th, 2003 11:49 pm (UTC)
Re: Schoene weisse Schuhe
It doesn't fit you? ::picks jaw off ground:: How can that be? You've got the most perfect measurements! I'd kill for a bod like yours- tall, slender, graceful...instead I'm lumbered with frumpy old me. Though in a shop like Monsoon, I never let that bother me. I'll buy, even if I'll never wear any of it.;-)
Oct. 20th, 2003 11:53 pm (UTC)
Re: Schoene weisse Schuhe
Actually, that's not true. I'm quite frequently decked out in Monsoon.
Oct. 21st, 2003 09:51 am (UTC)
Re: Schoene weisse Schuhe
I'm just too tall for English measurements - bony wrists and ankles protrude ungracefully...And what fits my shoulders and bust is too big and short in other dimensions. Believe me, I've tried!
Oct. 21st, 2003 11:39 pm (UTC)
Re: Schoene weisse Schuhe
I'm just too tall for English measurements

Gosh, I never thought of that! Guess I should be thankful for small mercies, eh?
Though I have given myself a stern talking to on the subject of shopping for clothes and shoes while in London. 's Not gonna happen. I need to save up for my trip to PA next year; so I will only allow myself to stock up on M&S underwear and Boots' No. 7 face powder.
Oct. 22nd, 2003 12:25 am (UTC)
Re: Schoene weisse Schuhe
What's good about M&S underwear? Did you get addicted when they were still in The Hague?
When I was in London in June I did allow myself to drool in Harrods (Shoes! Shoes!), Harvey Nicks and Liberty...though not to buy, alas.
Oct. 22nd, 2003 12:37 am (UTC)
Re: Schoene weisse Schuhe
What's good about M&S underwear? Two things: it fits perfectly, and it really is machine washable.

Dutch bras & knickers, whether you buy them from Hema or Hunkemöller, always come apart in the 3rd or 4th wash; or that is my experienceat least. And somehow, the supports always tend to poke into my tenderest flesh, too. So that's why I buy St. Michael's -- it's the best value for money I can find.

And no, I didn't become addicted to it when Marks & Sparks had an outlet in The Hague -- I lived in Leicester for a while, remember?

Last time I was in London (December last year), I did buy a pair of booties in Harrods. I simply had to have them, they were so elegant. Cream-coloured suede with a flowery ajour pattern cut into the leather, and a delightful ink-black kitten heel. Pointy, and very thin soles. I've never worn them, but I do take them out of their box occasionally, and drool.
Oct. 22nd, 2003 01:11 am (UTC)
Re: Schoene weisse Schuhe
I remember you writing about them...what's stopping you from wearing them? I see a fashion meme of dark clothing and light colored shoes in a lot of fashion mags - I'm sure it would look lovely.

By the way, I chickened out of the white patent leather boots wearing. I did wear a miniskirt, but wiht my black pointy kitten heeled boots. I am deeply ashamed, but it just wasn't me on Monday morning...
Oct. 22nd, 2003 02:01 am (UTC)
Re: Schoene weisse Schuhe
what's stopping you from wearing them

Nothing, really...but you know that green sludge that you get on tiles and balconies after a bit of rainfall? When I went outside to spray these boots with water-and-dirt repellant, I dropped one and there's an ever so tiny smudge on the side now. I'm scared to death that in wearing them, I might smudge them even more.

but it just wasn't me on Monday morning...

Happens to me all the time. I'll think of something to wear (usually from the feet up), then when it comes time, I don't feel like wearing that outfit at all. Frequently resulting into another trip downtown.
Oct. 17th, 2003 08:46 pm (UTC)
First of all, G, you have to bring the boots with you when you come over for MR next year. I want to see these fashion statements, especially since if they are of the "come-fuck-me" persuasion, you have to wear them when you meet JM! (And yes, even though there is nothing about him coming yet, I am convinced that it is only a matter of time before there is an announcement that he will once again attend :-) ) I haven't had a pair of "c-f-m" shoes since college - a LOOOONG time ago, lol! They sound wonderful, even if they are larger than you might have intended. So what? More comfy that way, and sounds like they are stylish even so.

Geez, do these new boots qualify as the "kitten heels" of Cass' story for you? Just wonderin'...

Have a great weekend, sweetie - hope to catch up SOON!
Oct. 18th, 2003 07:12 am (UTC)
I want to see these fashion statements, especially since if they are of the "come-fuck-me" persuasion, you have to wear them when you meet JM! (And yes, even though there is nothing about him coming yet, I am convinced that it is only a matter of time before there is an announcement that he will once again attend:))

I think that's the quality I love most about you, Jules: your unbounded optimism. That's the spirit! I'll bring the boots, whether JM puts in an appearance or not. Whether I'll wear them if he does, is another matter entirely (fact may follow fiction if I do) ;-)
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