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(Note, I have no idea what has happened to the resolution of this photo! Those shoes are so sharp you could cut yourself on them in the original! argh… apologies!!!)
There is something about a pair of shoes that cost more than a round trip flight to Europe. I don’t really want them – or rather, I’d prefer the trip overseas.
But that does not mean their beauty and allure is lost on me. But then, perhaps it is, as I can’t even remember who the designer was…
Thirteen used to be my lucky lucky number, ever since I was 7 and put a dime on the wheel at a church bazaar and it won - and I walked away with a cool $1.30 which was a considerable amount when you think a Nestlé's Crunch Bar cost five cents.
But I've got to rethink it... this year's been crap - troubles, illness, heartbreak... I'm half thinking those half-crazed Mayans might have been half right - though I don't half know about what.
Taking suggestions for sure-fire cures for angst, ennui, hospital stays, strict diets and other people. And any other good advice is always welcome.
Didn't get the palomino I was hoping for in 2012, definitely no Nestle's Crunch in 2013. What do I want from this year??? From the OTHER half of this year...
Titirangi Storyteller
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Ooh, I love those–red fm pumps. Used to have a pair a lifetime ago.
poietes
28/05/2012 at 9:17 am
remember being able to stand and walk and even dance in them for hours??? time does not just pass, it steals.
Titirangi Storyteller
28/05/2012 at 9:26 am
Ooh, what a lovely turn of phrase to describe something so heart-wrenching–the realization that dancing in Red FM pumps will probably not happen again . . .
poietes
29/05/2012 at 6:22 am
Oh, I can breathe back into it if I need to…
Titirangi Storyteller
30/05/2012 at 12:49 am
Heh, heh. me, too.
poietes
31/05/2012 at 10:06 am