Darkschunt Thursday, May 22, 2008
Them Boots Will Walk All Over You (Or At Least, As Far as the Train Station)
Well, so much for promises to blog frequently. It was just before Christmas when I started this 'new refreshed revamped' blog and now it's May and I've posted a glorious total of five posts (actually now four as I've just deleted the last post). Might also make changes to my very first post. But, honestly, what do you write in a first post? It's kind of like trying to write the headers, you know, those few lines between a headline and an article in a paper or magazine. It looks so easy but honestly it's not. Or even headlines. When I was working in newspapers, it took forever to come up with catchy headlines that weren't too corny, too dull, too over-used, etc, etc ...
Anyway, the herald of winter is definitely tooting her horn because it's getting cold these days. "Winter?" some of you may be thinking, "in May? Has she been having one too many gin and tonics again? Take that bottle of Brown Brothers away from her." But no, now that I've left the gloriously humid and warm rainforest temperatures of the equator and have moved a little further towards the southern hemisphere, I get to experience, oh joy, winter in the middle of the year and a truly baking summer at Christmas (when it's so hot you don't want minced pies because you feel like a minced pie).
Well, it's not that bad actually. Coming from temperate rainforest weather, it's actually loads of fun because we never used to even have seasons. Unless you count the monsoon season which isn't really felt in the city at all). Technically, it's still autumn right now but because we're getting all these light showers, it puts me more in the frame of spring. "Smell the spring! I feel spring fever coming on! No, wait, I mean fall. But, definitely, feels more like spring." This is what comes from reading too much Enid Blyton as a kid. And L.M. Montgomery books. And Sweet Valley. Wait, never mind. Sweet Valley was set in all-year-round sunny California.
But, as I drift ever closer to the point I mean to make in this post, the fact is that in these wintry cold rainy grey days, I. Love. My. Boots. I do. Now that the rains are breaking out, so are the boots! My trusty black boots that reach up to that point above ankle and stop just at early-calf-not-quite-mid-calf with a low heel and slightly pointy rectangularish toes have kept my feet warm and toasty these past few weeks and they're a darn sight more comfortable than some of my high heels too. Plus, I've wrecked way too many high heels stomping around in the rain during the past few winters, learning the hard way that slender pretty high heels never last long when you tramp around in them in the cold wet rain, especially over wet grass and clumpy wet earth, wet concrete pavements and wet rough gravely roads, and, erm, wet sticky nightclub floors coated with one too many spilt alcoholic drinks. The thing is, high heels were never made to be worn the way I wear them all year round, constantly and roughly, as if they were sneakers or Timberland boots (I can proudly say I can run and play basketball in high heels). The boots, on the other hand, were made to withstand the kind of abuse I constantly inflict on my footwear.
They were also a complete bargain. Now that I think back on it, both pairs of boots I own were bargain buys! The aforementioned black boots were bought on a holiday in Hong Kong (or Thailand, I can't remember which now) at one of those little shops crammed full of cheap well-made shoes that my sister, my mother and I just about died and went to heaven in. The second pair was bought at the Myers department store during one of their mega early winter sales last year - those were brown, almost knee-length and made to be worn with skinny jeans or tights tucked in or with cute skirts. They're both awesome for winter (though the brown ones have very high heels and, while they're great for alleviating my measly height of five feet three, are just a little tougher to walk a far way in. No taking long walks on short piers or any kind of pier in these boots. These babies are just for walking from the car to the restaurant. Or from my desk in the office to the office kitchen and back).
But they're fantastic. I know girls with millions of pairs of boots - gorgeous, sexy thigh-high boots that I'm still drooling after, adorable ankle ones reminiscent of the early nineties, leather ones, patterned ones, fluffy ugg ones, stomping cool army-type boots, etc - but I'm honestly quite happy with these two because between the two pairs, they go with every single kind of outfit, they keep me warm and cosy while running around in the rain, and my high heels can breath a sigh of relief during this winter - or at least until I get my car and the seasons won't matter so much and they can pop out again. But that's a whole 'nother story to be tellin' later.
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Well, so much for promises to blog frequently. It was just before Christmas when I started this 'new refreshed revamped' blog and now it's May and I've posted a glorious total of five posts (actually now four as I've just deleted the last post). Might also make changes to my very first post. But, honestly, what do you write in a first post? It's kind of like trying to write the headers, you know, those few lines between a headline and an article in a paper or magazine. It looks so easy but honestly it's not. Or even headlines. When I was working in newspapers, it took forever to come up with catchy headlines that weren't too corny, too dull, too over-used, etc, etc ...
Anyway, the herald of winter is definitely tooting her horn because it's getting cold these days. "Winter?" some of you may be thinking, "in May? Has she been having one too many gin and tonics again? Take that bottle of Brown Brothers away from her." But no, now that I've left the gloriously humid and warm rainforest temperatures of the equator and have moved a little further towards the southern hemisphere, I get to experience, oh joy, winter in the middle of the year and a truly baking summer at Christmas (when it's so hot you don't want minced pies because you feel like a minced pie).
Well, it's not that bad actually. Coming from temperate rainforest weather, it's actually loads of fun because we never used to even have seasons. Unless you count the monsoon season which isn't really felt in the city at all). Technically, it's still autumn right now but because we're getting all these light showers, it puts me more in the frame of spring. "Smell the spring! I feel spring fever coming on! No, wait, I mean fall. But, definitely, feels more like spring." This is what comes from reading too much Enid Blyton as a kid. And L.M. Montgomery books. And Sweet Valley. Wait, never mind. Sweet Valley was set in all-year-round sunny California.
But, as I drift ever closer to the point I mean to make in this post, the fact is that in these wintry cold rainy grey days, I. Love. My. Boots. I do. Now that the rains are breaking out, so are the boots! My trusty black boots that reach up to that point above ankle and stop just at early-calf-not-quite-mid-calf with a low heel and slightly pointy rectangularish toes have kept my feet warm and toasty these past few weeks and they're a darn sight more comfortable than some of my high heels too. Plus, I've wrecked way too many high heels stomping around in the rain during the past few winters, learning the hard way that slender pretty high heels never last long when you tramp around in them in the cold wet rain, especially over wet grass and clumpy wet earth, wet concrete pavements and wet rough gravely roads, and, erm, wet sticky nightclub floors coated with one too many spilt alcoholic drinks. The thing is, high heels were never made to be worn the way I wear them all year round, constantly and roughly, as if they were sneakers or Timberland boots (I can proudly say I can run and play basketball in high heels). The boots, on the other hand, were made to withstand the kind of abuse I constantly inflict on my footwear.
They were also a complete bargain. Now that I think back on it, both pairs of boots I own were bargain buys! The aforementioned black boots were bought on a holiday in Hong Kong (or Thailand, I can't remember which now) at one of those little shops crammed full of cheap well-made shoes that my sister, my mother and I just about died and went to heaven in. The second pair was bought at the Myers department store during one of their mega early winter sales last year - those were brown, almost knee-length and made to be worn with skinny jeans or tights tucked in or with cute skirts. They're both awesome for winter (though the brown ones have very high heels and, while they're great for alleviating my measly height of five feet three, are just a little tougher to walk a far way in. No taking long walks on short piers or any kind of pier in these boots. These babies are just for walking from the car to the restaurant. Or from my desk in the office to the office kitchen and back).
But they're fantastic. I know girls with millions of pairs of boots - gorgeous, sexy thigh-high boots that I'm still drooling after, adorable ankle ones reminiscent of the early nineties, leather ones, patterned ones, fluffy ugg ones, stomping cool army-type boots, etc - but I'm honestly quite happy with these two because between the two pairs, they go with every single kind of outfit, they keep me warm and cosy while running around in the rain, and my high heels can breath a sigh of relief during this winter - or at least until I get my car and the seasons won't matter so much and they can pop out again. But that's a whole 'nother story to be tellin' later.
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