Today I have shoes on my mind. One heel of my ankle boots disintegrated. Literally crumbled to dust. They're good-quality and I've been pounding the streets in them in all weathers for some years without trouble. So why this should happen when sitting around at home puzzles me.
I dare say the cobbler can fix them. Cobblers have repaired my girly shoes so many times, including a favourite pair of boots that I wore so much they were reheeled four times altogether. It's a joy to be out in your own beautiful shoes.
Originally, when still only presenting as male, I used to wait till a pair of my men's shoes also needed work and then take all "his and hers" items to the cobbler and pretend the feminine ones were for some partner. But as I grew more confident in my femininity, I just took whatever shoes wanted mending as and when they needed it. The cobbler is there to make money, why should he care who wears the shoes?
I confess that bad world news and a sprained ankle have been upsetting me. So I am trying to concentrate on those good things I have right now: where I am living has only the lightest Covid restrictions; the weather has been so mild and sunny this past weekend that I have been able to eat outdoors; I have time to read good books; I have lost over 1kg (2 1/2 pounds) weight this week; my aged parents have just been vaccinated against Covid...
I hope all will be well where you are and that enough things in your life are so good as to make a positive difference in these awkward times.
|Oranges ripening outside the front door|
It's LGBT History Month
It is. Be historic!
A dip in the archives
Talk of shoes and positive things brought me to this photo from 2013, trying on shoes in a lovely shoe shop (Kurt Geiger in London).
Cari amici italiani
Meno male che la maggior parte dell'Italia è entrata in zona gialla questa settimana. Stiamo all'erta però perché senza precauzioni si torna nei guai.
Oggi parlo di scarpe e come possono promuovere gioia, anche se devono essere riparate di tanto in tanto!