In most of the posts in this blog, you will not see much of me. When I started to write it was very important for me to distance what I wrote here from my professional life. Who on earth would want to employ a lawyer who writes obsessively about shoes? Through time more and more of the people reading this blog have become friends. It appears on the balance that none of you are stalkers and if you are odd you are no odder than I am. So the time has come, dear readers, to tell you a wee bit more about myself.
1. My hair started going grey when I was 15 years old- it is about 80% grey now.
Both my mother and father were prematurely white haired by the time that they were 50. To deal with this genetic legacy I have to visit the hairdresser every three weeks. Sometimes I dream of going platinum gorgeously and gracefully in the manner of EmmyLou Harris:
So I asked my technically gifted friend @calrion to help me transmogrify myself into EmmyLou.
The results were not encouraging –
The hair colour looks excellent – the face is not quite there yet… o.O However, the lure of liberation from hair dye is quite strong so you may see me going silver this year and/or get a tattoo (but that is another story).
Wow, it feels kind of good getting things out in the open at long last. Are you scared yet? If not, here are some other things that you might not know about me.
2. I love martial arts movies
Just about anything featuring either Bruce Lee and/or Cynthia Rothrock rocks my boat. Despite my love of these movies I have proven myself to be completely crap at any form of martial art that I have tried (which includes fencing, karate, Tae Kwando, Tae Bo and Kickboxing). The reason for this is outlined below.
3. I have reason to believe that I may be legally blind.
My prescription is one that makes my optician involuntarily do a lemon sucking face. (- 8.0 in one eye and – 7.5 in the other with astigmatism). This makes buying glasses really expensive and most contact sports a bad idea. Without my glasses I am as dangerous as a de-clawed cat.
4. One of my all time TV favourite programs ever is Come Dancing.
Come Dancing was a BBC TV ballroom dancing competition show that ran on and off from 1949 to 1998. Not that I ever got a chance to watch it – nobody ever let me. So much was the extent of my besottedness that I actually signed up for ballroom dancing classes about 12 years ago. My husband refused to come with me on the grounds that he could dance already (he is quite a fab dancer actually having learned to dance in primary school). There is a downside to ballroom dancing classes – there are 4 women to every spare bloke. The end result was an undignified, flirtatious scramble at the start of each class to entice one of the 4 free men (usually in their 80s) to dance with me. (Helpful Hint for Single Blokes: Sign up for dance classes to meet women).
5. One of my favourite ballroom dances is the Argentine Tango
The tango a dance expressing life’s dark and undisclosed side. According to Susan August Brown the word “tango“:
may be straightforwardly African in origin, meaning “closed place” or “reserved ground.” Or it may derive from Portuguese (and from the Latin verb tanguere, to touch) and was picked up by Africans on the slave ships. Whatever its origin, the word “tango” acquired the standard meaning of the place where African slaves and free blacks gathered to dance.
In other words, the origin of the tango is the celebration of liberation. This clip from the 1998 film Tango kind of sums up why I love it. The tango is about sensing the space around a person rather than seeing it, for someone like me with terrible eyesight that is enormously liberating.
So in addition to my other uninvited and possibly unwelcome disclosures here are my shoes of the day – my tango shoes…