I hate shoe shopping. I'm not blessed with any sort of fashion sense, so I have no idea what I'm supposed to be wearing. As long as it's comfortable and keeps my socks from getting dirty I'm happy.
With summer ostensibly just around the corner I thought I'd better buy myself something a bit lighter to wear on my feet instead of the steel-capped work shoes that form my regular footwear. I think I'm still a vegetarian, so if I'm buying shoes I try to avoid leather. I keep saying I'll go for a pair of vegan Doc Marten's one day, but have you seen how much they are? No, I utilise the time honoured mathematical formula of working out how many pairs of cheaper shoes I would get through in the time a decent, better-made pair would last. I think I've got the ratio just about in my favour.
Here's the canvas whatnots I bought today:
Not that I'm superstitious, but apparently it's bad luck to put new shoes on a table. With this in mind I rooted out my ironing board (don't think I've actually done any ironing this year, yet) and put them on that instead. I'm not sure what sort of luck that will bring - probably wrinkle free.
(As an aside, I think they're on the Wii again upstairs. There's a lot of noise and my windows are squeaking and everything and there are no sex sounds so I think it's all video game related)
So that's me shoes sorted out for the next six months or so. But, much like the proverbial bus of legend, you wait for one pair of shoes and another turns up at the same time!
I was sat on my perch at work, explaining the restrictions on a Super Off Peak Return ticket to a random bystander when I was offered a pair of shoes by my colleague. They were his father's, the late and sorely missed John Clough (station supervisor par excellence and founder of Clough Trains Northern). Brand new work shoes in my size, they were on offer if I wanted them. As I said, I hate shoe shopping so to be presented with a pair as a feet accompli (Ay thang yew!) was too good an opportunity to turn down. Here's what they look like:
Haven't put the ironing board away yet, so I thought I'd use it again. Flash shows up how lovely and shiny they are. Yes, they're leather. Yes, I'm a hypocrite. But for work nothing else is really suitable.
It's a bit odd wearing shoes that belonged to someone who has since passed on. I once took a trip around Europe in a pair of Nike flip-flops that were once worn by a deceased uncle of mine. But that's another story (just imagine the Eiffel Tower, the Peggy Guggenheim in Venice, the Atomium and the Temple Bar and you'll have a vague idea of what transpired).
I did have a pair of jet black Converse once. They were pretty cool.
More soonliest.
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