I’ve had an urge to write about shoes, this being an important subject to me of late, but turns out in not having time I have also discovered that being ‘right’ from top to toe is important. I will reveal what I mean.
I’ve been taking dance classes and in two of the classes a heel is required, in the other it’s trainers. On a Thursday I scramble across the city in sheep skin boots, you know the ones, actually make that slop across the city, because those particular boots will surely make you slope and slop. In the heeled classes I become a different person, the sloppy boots come off and the heel goes on at once making the legs longer, I stand taller, straighter, the toe points the hands are pretty and I smile. You can’t do a spinny, turny thing with out being a bit poised with heels on. However in the trainer class I’m a bit clumpy and close to the ground, pointing a toe isn’t as easy and I just feel a bit less show girl and a bit more short- legged, shetland pony.
On the other hand a heel when a flat should be worn is also a disaster. While wadding through the mud in my snow boots to watch my boys play football I saw a young lady tip toeing through the mud, trying not to sink into the grass….in heels!!! Was she crazy? She looked ridiculous, impractical and just plain silly. A lengthend leg is just not necessary when watching boys play football, if it was I’d be the cheer leader for that, trust me!
My boss has a sign up in her office that reads ‘give a girl the right shoes and she can rule the world’. For me thats true, they change how I am and how I move and whilst I’m not saying they are everything, how many times have you heard someone saying that they have to have their feet right/warm/comfortable or they are just not happy? Bet you have at least once. I also recently read someone saying that their choice of shoes was the only thing they had control over at that moment in time. Although I am being lighthearted with this blogg, this statement resonnated with me. I can see that if your feet are happy, so are you and you have at least a little decision in this. Therefore it’s kind of important.
Which leads me to hair…I’ve so far had a reasonable relationship with mine, it does as it’s told and does it’s job adequately but lately it has rebelled which has caused me misery! No joke, I had no idea how miserable unruly hair could make a person. First of all it got thinner, which was scary, then it got grey almost over night but in one concentrated area. Then it became very damaged and split for the first time since..I’ve had hair. This would all be quite manageable but then the ultimate betrayal…I had a hideous reaction to hair colour….NOOOOO!!!! And there it is, all my insecurities laid bare for all to see. we are talking roots, grey and damage. Thankfully I have a fantastic hairdresser who is trustworthy, understanding and experienced, therefore if she says it will be ok, I believe her. So my hair is much shorter and an odd colour (some might say stripey) while we are sorting this current crisis out. Yes I said crisis and yes I know how dramatic that sounds because to me it is a bloody crisis. Like feet if your hair is wrong, you feel wrong. It is there for the world to see and you must learn to live with it. I used to say ‘it’s only hair’ but that was before choices were taken away from me. If I lost my hair it would take every ounce of femininity away from me, something I hadn’t even considered, so I am now respecting my locks, not taking the mickey out of bald men and may invest in some hats. As for the bits between the hair and the feet, they must fend for themselves!