Monday, May 04, 2009
Footwear - a thing of the gods
Here we are, my latest pair of beloved Rocket Dog boots. They look a bit lurid and 'skate boarder LA dude' type of footwear but you have to realise that not much of them stick out under my trouser/jean leg and my top half is usually in black, so a little bit of garishness is forgiven.
When I used to have a proper* job it would never have occurred to me to buy this sort of fun item. I was the practice manager of a central London firm of accountants that dealt with clients mainly from the world of theatre, film and music. It was very usual to have on average about 20 celebs a days lolling about in reception but, even with this sort of laissez faire clientele, I still preferred to look fairly smart in an all-black outfit (so nothing's really changed then) and in those days power heels. Yes, I wobbled about on high heels - trying to buy into the idea of clippy cloppy stiletto heels giving out an image of competent efficiency.I've always had good ankles and they were shown off quite well in 'proper' shoes. Now, it takes a heatwave to make these ankles come out from under their various boot encasings.
I'm sure I developed a slight shoe fetish during one of my earliest jobs. I worked in a Soho record shop, down in the basement so, of course, the first thing I saw of customers was their footwear. It's the second thing I notice about people these days - obviously their face comes first, then I'll give a casual look down to see what they have on their feet. I hate shabby scruffy shoes - my dad used to have quite a thing about polished shoes and I'm afraid it is one of my faddy ways, although, with Rocket Dogs there is nothing to polish - they are made of thick sturdy canvas and last for ages without showing any wear or tear.
The drawback is that, having come to them quite a few years after their launch, there are many early pairs I do not have and positively crave. You really have to trawl around ebay quite hard to find the first few years' designs. Still, I've always liked a mission (the summer bag is my current one) but in the background is a weekly look on ebay to see what is there. One downside is that French Paypal has its faults and I prefer not to use it, opting instead for the old-fashioned thing of sending a cheque. Lots of suppliers a) don't like to deal with cheques and b) don't wish to send their goods out of the UK (Schuh - it is you I'm looking at), which is very frustrating when I find exactly what I want. A couple of friends have said I can have things sent to them and they will forward them on but I know how busy people are and I don't like to bother them.
Why am I typing this post when I should be working on the essay of the three texts that make up my answer to the last OU question of the course (the ones I've chosen are Goethe's Faust, part one; Byron's Childe Harold, part of Canto III; The Brighton Pavilion) - well, it's hard and writing about boots is so much more fun.
*I have a job now - I do 'internet stuff' for Mr FF and he has not yet imposed a dress code.