The unthinkable happened.
I was pulling off my favourite shoes (seen here in all their Kill Bill-esque glory) when I noticed that on the bottom the yellow exterior was wearing away. I could not justify re-buying the same pair of shoes, could I? This necessitated a forlorn trip to an Onitsuka Tiger store were I...immediately fell in love with completely different colours.
My wallet despaired. But then I was told they did not have my size. It seemed my shoe addiction was foiled. For now...!
To me, there is no such thing as impulse buying when it comes to shoes. Each pair requires the right amount of meditation and, sometimes, a trip to nearby clothing stores to ensure that an entire outfit can be created around new feet-coverings. If the urge goes away, consider yourself lucky - if not, oh dear. Budget, budget, budget. And hope that the shoes do not spontaneously disappear in the meantime, or somehow get more expensive (it's like they KNOW!).
For the next few weeks, I stewed. But then finally I found my shoes elsewhere.
My fiancé and I took one 3-person seat on a train. The bag containing my shoes took another all to itself. I bounced the entire way back to our station then floated all the way home. There is definitely a buzz that comes with new gear.
Of course it rained when I wanted to wear them for the first time - a whole week of doom and gloom! But I braved it with my painfully white shoes (paired with black jeans - the horror!). And I am very glad I have them - something different, something that makes its own statement, something that can replace my Kill Bill shoes when vengeance has been achieved. I hope. :)
I am running out of interesting backgrounds to feature my shoes against. First it was the kitchen table, more recently cardboard boxes on the carpet. So I opted with the black office chair. I would love to take my shoes out to capture them in "the wild" but you tend to get very strange looks when you do so.
That said, I get a lot of inspiration for my writing simply by meandering the nearby footpaths. Perhaps I will find much more interesting landscapes out there even under the eyes of judgemental passersby! ;)
(Side note: does anyone else find it weird that "passersby" is the plural, not "passerbys"? I mean, it makes perfect sense but it's still weird!)
Alyce Caswell is an aspiring writer who apparently lost her mind, threw away a steady job as an office junior and entered the realm of imagination.
She has blamed her accomplice and husband for giving her this most excellent opportunity.
Alyce has written articles, poems, short stories, books
and several embarrassing blogs. She hopes this venture will avoid the usage of cat gifs.
Links of Interest
A Rambling Rover
Alyce's travel blog which features various castles, stone circles and bemused musings about the Northern Hemisphere.