My friend slangred has finally started shoe blogging, an activity long overdue. I like shoes, though I don’t quite understand the current zeal for shoes that hurt your feet. Despite what I used to tell my friend in college (who needed such reassurances, being a straight woman and all), comfort should come before fashion and not the other way around. It seems to me that feet are nice and that hurting them is just a bad idea. They could do mean things to you later.
There are many things I like about working in academia, and many things I like about working in a non-prestigious part of it. There are also things, despite my East-Coast whining, that I like about living in Southern California. These conspire nicely when it comes to shoes. When I first moved to SoCal, I had taken (in my youthful zeal) a sandals-only stance. Year round sandals. No matter the weather. Ah, youth. I’ve wandered in my sandal loyalties from Birkenstocks to Doc Martens to Tevas to my current Teva-Keen mixed marriage.
I heart my Keens.
Anyway, I have now “grown up” and have some shoes where my toes aren’t shown. What I like about them mostly is that I can wear my snail socks.
But my relationship with my socks is too complicated to be collapsed into this one post. It’s a bit like how I could NOT talk about my relationship with my ass during my hand revelation last week.
Back to the shoes…earlier this week, I was discussing via e-mail with Scouster and the chief cowgirl in the Wannabe Corral where my shoes should go when I take them off. Scout suggested that everyone knew the answer to this question. By which I take it, she meant that any fool (me) should know that they go in the closet. With all the Republican gays.
There are a number of theories about why my shoes end up where they do, many of which might fall into the TMI category. Mostly, I take them off wherever I stop first. Bathroom, kitchen, under the desk, front hallway. I can’t ever find the pair I want. But it’s kind of like looking at a very easy Easter egg hunt for eggs (or like the Stones sang). You find the shoes you find. They may or may not be the shoes you need.
The good thing is that because I’m a lesbian (gasp, someone cover the children’s eyes!) academic, I have only comfortable shoes in mostly neutral colors. Whichever shoes I encounter will probably also match my comfortable clothing that has just the hint of a professional look to it. See how good my life is?
I was standing behind the Prez of this here Uni at commencement and noticed she had on sandals. I suggested to the nearest chair of an ethnic studies department (there are several, this one was closest) that we could wear sandals if the Prez could. The Prez turned around, looked me up and down and nodded very slowly. Sandals it is at Commencement 07. I’ll wear my “nice” Tevas. They look a little like I’m an extra on the set of Rome. The lack of a tunic gives me away, though.
Ok, so here’s the deal. Share out in comments (let’s see if this is more globally interesting to people than bad music):
What your shoe aesthetic is;
and
Where shoes “go” in your home.
As for me, today was a Teva day. My Keens from yesterday are in the front hall. I have tripped over them twice. Still, that’s where they go. At least for today.
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