shoes, childhood, family...

[derien]

bravecows posted a picture of her new Converses and asked people to talk about their shoes and post pics. Leading me to post the following...




"These shoes are named Rasta Billy Skank. They got sole. And you can see by the rust on their eyelets, fraying and general cruddiness that I've loved them about to death. These are great shoes for dancing in, very comfortable. And they're waterproof. In fact, these are the shoes which I wore when I took my poor cat for her last walk to the vets, a half mile wading through several inches of water on top of ice, which experience made me realize that they were waterproof, but that was what rusted the eyelets. I'm so glad that they are flat and firm and didn't slip a bit - falling and dropping my poor dying cat in icewater would have been the absolute most horriblest thing ever for me. Which was why I chose these shoes. I knew they wouldn't let me down. And they didn't."

As the conversation continued re Converses I really couldn't avoid noting that the black/white classics were what my neighbor had when I was a kid and I adored crazily. (I adored the shoes, not him - he was horrible and harrassed me. I imagine by now he's probably in jail for rape or assault on a girlfriend.) But girls didn't wear those shoes in those days, it just wasn't done, so I had no chance in hell of getting a pair.

I suspect a conversation like the following might have occurred:

"Can I have sneakers like Brian's?"

"We can't afford them at the moment, honeybunch. We have to get you some new school shoes. What about some cute little Mary-Janes?"

The black/black attracts me SO much, but it might be interpreted as trying too hard and I hate to be interpreted as trying too hard. I want people to think I'm subtle, devious, and totally confident - in other words, the exact opposite of what I am.

(I also find myself compelled to note that when I'm commenting to a Bravecows post I write a little differently than I usually would. More vaguely British sounding, and definetly more fluffy-bunny-head. One would think I were practicing for Bertie-speak.)



OMG it is so cold in here, today!

Uh oh, I just remembered I got invited out to breakfast, today. I have like 45 minutes to shower, pack lunch and uniform and do dishes and get out of here. It's not really enough. I should go. Still, I wanted also to post this other reply I made in response to a comment from LookstoAlaska as regards the cold. (And yes, as you say, LtA, the law in Maine is 68 degrees, so I guess until it falls below that mark they're not going to give us heat.) (However, as I was typing that I heard a radiator clunk. Once. The sun is just rising, so I have opened the shades as per Eor's command and maybe we'll get some heat gain.) (The sky is pale and clear blue with little dabs of gleaming white clouds! I love parenthetical statements.)

Anyway, to LookstoAlaska I wrote:

Your roommate sounds like my Dad. Robert Skoglund was roommates with my Dad in college and he said my Dad liked to play Arctic Explorere - leave all his stuff in a pile under the window, leave the window open so the snow would come in, then dig for what he needed in the morning.