I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes. I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over. I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong. And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions. I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely. It's what we do.
Wednesday, 4 July 2007
Something or other Shoeday.
A keen blogspot poet and fashionista started something she called 'Fantasy Shoe Day'
I started noticing bizarrities of shoe imagery on my wanderings within the web, and either posted links to her or set them up here.
She, however, for personal reasons stopped blogging, which was a loss to the rest of us, leaving me with a backlog of silly shoe pics....
And of course, I lose track of where I found them, the whys and wherefores.
Here are a few.
There might be more, sometime.
i was going to make some pithy comment stating something like .... nothing new under the sun....or nothing new is created under the sun ...... but as usual for me: if it isn't on a yellow stickie stuck to my bathroom mirror - it definitely isn't sticking in my head !!
ReplyDeleteoh, that was a digression ...... ummm..... can i have my photos back ??? i heard a shoe prison riot was brewing ....... might be a few escapees ..... i want to be armed and dangerous ....
ps. love the wellies on the pup ..... and the boot climber ...... but what arethose spiky things on the back of the silver shoes ??? mmm.....send me about 2 dozen pair of those - - - -