Hey, tumblr. You’ve probably noticed my posts have become a little few and far between of late. This is because, professionally speaking, this is my busiest time of year and it just got even busier. And not in a good way given I am a) A world class worry-guts, and b) A world class stress-bunny. I have, for instance, been trying to find time to get this post done for almost a fortnight and I’m only doing it now as a short displacement exercise to avoid tackling the teetering pile of student grading from hell I have to get done - um - today. At least that’s the plan. So, without further ado, here it is.
I’ve never really felt this frock. As you know I have a bit of an issue with navy, even though it suits me. It was also a bit of an impulse buy made with the mindset “it’ll be good for work when I don’t want to wear jeans and it’s too cold to wear a summer dress” – and, while it’s certainly fulfilled those criteria fine well, I remain nonetheless unjazzed. A situation not improved by seeing a septuagenarian rocking it in a decidedly non-Advanced Style manner at the Royal Academy the day after I acquired it. But that’s no matter as this post is primarily about the accessories I’ve used to lift it out of “meh” territory. Particularly these shoes:-
There are no words to describe how much I love them. Sure they’re not exactly the wacko Fluevogs of my dreams, (they’re made by Ara in point of fact), but they are orthotic friendly and, unlike my customary Hotter Shakes, they don’t look like toddler or little old lady shoes. In fact I think they’re quite elegant. And I can walk miles in them with no ill effects, which is always a plus. They also immediately put me in mind of this old piece on the now defunct Manolo For The Big Girl blog. Miss Plumcake, amusing as she was, always did have a knack for putting her foot in it and, even back when I didn’t have to wear Old Git shoes, her assertion that “cutesy” footwear like this signified professional loser-dom seriously got up my hooter; and Lord knows there’s plenty of room up there.
Who decided that ouchy shoes with vertiginous heels mark one out as a potential Captain of Industry? Back in their What Not To Wear days Tyrany and Susannah used to bang on ad nauseam about how one simply must wear a heel in order to be taken seriously as an adult. Bitches, I’ve worn flats all my adult life and successfully ran my own company for some years, (an illustration agency, since you ask). I used to go to meetings at big ad agencies and all sorts; nobody gave a flying one about my footwear and they still don’t. Plus, aside from a little arthritis in one of my hyper mobile middle toes, my feet still look like feet, which is a damned sight more than I can say for The Mater, who used to stand for 10 hours a day in four inch stilettos as a young ‘un. No bunions, hammer toes or fallen arches here, ta very much. Suffer for beauty be buggered.
So, flats righteously defended, on with the show.
In addition to a crapload of university paperwork and lecturing in far-flung places, (Wales! Up North! The Midlands!) I shall be standing in for the World’s Loveliest Boss® at the shop for several days. And while I fully intend to record my my OOTDs for the duration, I probably won’t be posting them till everything else is done and dusted. But, rest assured, I will be thinking of you, tumblr and I have some fine frocks in store for mid June.
Till then, cherish the expression I reserve for shoe fascists.