52% intelligent. 9% modest. More monkey than bear.
Wednesday, 12 October 2011
boss in my shoes....
So, there I was, minding my own business in the office, when I was startled by an ominous noise.
Having heard elephants foraging, judging by the approaching racket, I could only imagine that this was a herd of something much larger stampeding towards the staff shop. I stepped to one side and cautiously looked behind me for the source of the noise.
It was a tiny girl wearing enormous, clumping great big Frankenshoes. Shoes so big that it seemed almost impossible that she could lift her feet off the floor to take a step. Apparently she had worked up enough momentum – perhaps with a downhill start or a push – that she could stamp her way noisily down the office, and she clumped past me and quickly out of sight.
Big shoes, then. Also astonishingly ugly shoes. Shoes so appallingly unattractive that I am totally unable to fathom the appeal… and yet they seem to be increasingly popular, judging by the ladies around here, anyway.
Can anyone explain? Are these hideous artefacts in any way appealing to men, or are they somehow empowering for the wearer?
I have to know. All thoughts welcome.
Bafflingly, the alternative female footwear trend of the moment appears to be the absolute opposite of the Frankenshoe: the ballet pump, sometimes backless, worn in all weather conditions.
Je ne comprends pas.
…which is funny, as usually I just GET footwear trends*.
* C. laughs at this and says that I am a shoe conservative, but this is clearly nonsense based upon a dislike I had of a hideous pair of wedged espadrilles she insisted on wearing for years. It's called taste, dear.....