Monday, October 24, 2011
At the End of my Legs
It makes me happy to look down on these. They are all the things I like. Blissfully comfy but totally awesome shoes (they have spongy, padded soles!). Warm, dry feet. Lace ups. Chunky socks. Grey. Ribbed knits. Grubby black denim. Rolled cuffs. I LOVE cuffs and rolled hems - I am all about them. I think it harks back to my misspent youth. Did anyone else go through that mega flare phase when they were 11-13? It was a massive thing at my school - denim and fluorescent cords with each hem about a metre wide. They had to go over your shoes and, gosh, they got disgusting. Because they kept behind trodden on they got all dirty and frayed. You would trail grubby strands of trouser. Worst of all though, they acted as straws to rain water and puddles, metres and metres of soft fabric soaking up all the liquid in sight. I remember one particularly unpleasant incident when we went on a school trip to London and it rained all day and the streets were slick with dutty London town water and my (bright pink cord flared) trousers sucked up water past my knees. PAST MY KNEES. It was so disgusting. Short, skinny jeans were a revelation to me. Dry legs! I never want to wear trousers past the ankle again. I wonder if I will change my mind - fashion makes people fickle but I just can't picture it.
What do you want to see when you look down?