Shoes news
Jan. 9th, 2010 02:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
msconductThis year I got an unexpected Christmas present. (I know when people say that they usually mean they were blindsided by a redundancy or something, but in this case it really was a present.) Thanks to truly splendid shoe bills last year, my shoe shop sent me for Christmas some secateurs (with pink handles) and some gardening gloves (pink).
I don’t get the gardening link with shoes, but even more I don’t get the pink thing. Do they think that girlies need to be tempted by the pink, in the manner of someone dangling a fluffy toy in front of a kitten, into the macho world of gardening? Well, they’re seriously barking up the wrong tree (ha!) with me. I don’t garden not because it’s not frilly enough but because I’m lazy. And I loathe the whole girly pink thing anyway. I’d fling them from me in a passion of righteous indignation, but they’re actually really nice secateurs.
Clearly my shoe shop, who not only sent me the present but who keeps ringing me to invite me to “previews”, thinks I’m a Carrie Bradshaw for the new decade, but they’re going to be disappointed. All my shoes and boots just happened to wear out last year at once. And it’s not like they need replacing every five minutes. Since I work from home, my summer shoe dress code, in my cool airy villa with wooden floors, is nothing. And my winter shoe dress code, in my frozen villa floored in solid ice, is Ugg boots with possum-wool socks. I probably won’t be shoe shopping again for years. Unless, of course, I continue to succumb to suede boots which I am then too lazy (hmm, a theme) to waterproof. Curse you, rainy Auckland winter climate!
I don’t get the gardening link with shoes, but even more I don’t get the pink thing. Do they think that girlies need to be tempted by the pink, in the manner of someone dangling a fluffy toy in front of a kitten, into the macho world of gardening? Well, they’re seriously barking up the wrong tree (ha!) with me. I don’t garden not because it’s not frilly enough but because I’m lazy. And I loathe the whole girly pink thing anyway. I’d fling them from me in a passion of righteous indignation, but they’re actually really nice secateurs.
Clearly my shoe shop, who not only sent me the present but who keeps ringing me to invite me to “previews”, thinks I’m a Carrie Bradshaw for the new decade, but they’re going to be disappointed. All my shoes and boots just happened to wear out last year at once. And it’s not like they need replacing every five minutes. Since I work from home, my summer shoe dress code, in my cool airy villa with wooden floors, is nothing. And my winter shoe dress code, in my frozen villa floored in solid ice, is Ugg boots with possum-wool socks. I probably won’t be shoe shopping again for years. Unless, of course, I continue to succumb to suede boots which I am then too lazy (hmm, a theme) to waterproof. Curse you, rainy Auckland winter climate!
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Date: 2010-01-09 11:26 am (UTC)