Ok, Enough with the sadness and questions and answers and philosophical rambling and endless ranting about life, It is time for a break in the dark, deeply dysfunctional drama starring I, Me and Myself…………………Lets indulge in some guilty pleasure, and get a glimpse of some glamour, some fun, flirty, fantastic, frivolous stuff……. and talk about SHOES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Aren’t they pretty???………..
The red high heels I ordered online from Paris, the day I got fired from a job (shhh…..don’t tell anyone, it is supposed to be a secret) The yellow were a pick me up, a cheap cheerful pair from a not-so-expensive store, the third ones…………..let me see….ahhh… the fuchsia and orange “CFM”(come fuck me) shoes, were a bargain, at 60% off from a very high end place, I have never worn yet, the rust block heels, another impulse buy, the teal green strappy sandles, highly uncomfortable, but too good to resist, the pointy purple courts are a gift from a very dear friend, they are a size big but I love them, and the next is my all-time favorite pair, Loubotins, followed by a pair of Channel Cage Boots and “Primani” peep toes worth 12 quid ( I painted the soles red with a nail color and viola, the humble high heels turned pricey, posh and perfectly pretentious)
Despite the varied heights and shapes of heels, the difference in color, brand names and price tags, the variety of embellishments, the level of discomfort, the number of corns, blisters and calluses they have caused, I own them, they are mine, like all the wrong decisions and bad choices I have made. Doesn’t matter if they are Manolos, Choos, Office, Debut, Principles, Modatoi, ECS, or a 300 rs pair from a street vendor in International Market, Model Town, I adore them for the fact that they have helped me walk the path of life, they have been with me, besides me, and have kept my feet firmly on the ground. Wether they are wedges, slippers, kohlapuris, brogues, knee high, ankle, or mid-calf boots, sandals, sling backs, or espadrilles, gladiators, peep toes or kitten heels, Swarovski encrusted or plain, they have never failed to bring a smile on my face, and have often made me feel like Cinderella, despite the fact that I am my own Fairy God Mother……and I don’t forget my shoes anywhere………… not any more…..the princes out there are not so charming any ways ( a few chivalrous ones are already taken or Gay )……………and it doesn’t take them long to turn into slimy frogs soon after being kissed (I am such a magical kisser 😉 )………….so now I have resorted to kissing a friendly “Frog”, who I know will stay who he is…..so far, so good.
As I arranged them today to take a photo, I could see them smile, I wished, I could make a perfect formation of all my memories as well, and take a picture, so I can cherish, the good and the bad times, I just closed my eyes, and smiled…………..The camera clicked.
Marilyn Monroe was so right when she said “Give a girl the right shoes, and she will conquer the world”. A girl can never have too many shoes, or dreams, or memories 😉 , there is always room for another one, doesn’t matter how cluttered the closet or how scarred the heart is, a new item/love interest/friend, can always find a place, a space, and a slot of its own…….
So don’t get scared, if you really like something or someone, go for it, all you need is a larger storage space, and a bigger heart, not to mention a desire to have it, an ambition to fulfill a dream, do invest in people, it is hard to find good friends, even harder than finding a perfect pair of work appropriate shoes from Liberty Market.
It is time, to put all the shoes and memories back in their boxes, and keep them safe, hidden, taking them out every now and again, depending on where to wear what? And which to share with whom…………But I love all of them………….I own, each one of them……………………and I want some More……………… 🙂
20th July, 2013
(the perfect worn out shoes, that I actually wear)
(and the ones at the top of “Lust Haves” List………some day you will be mine…….)