Isn’t it terrible when work gets in the way of writing about shoes? The last fortnight has been fraught with the kind of diffiulties that I thought that I had left behind in 1993. Sleepless nights. The inability to eat. Frequent explosive trips to the bathroom.
That’ll be the court case.
The main reason that I gave up court work was the responsibility of losing. Some people can afford to lose court cases. Their names are Richard Branson and Bill Gates. The rest of the world cannot. So when a friend came to me with an unpleasant dispute the first thing that I thought was – run, RUN FOR THE HILLS (me not him).
But I remained and I have watched the drama unfold slowly and painfully over the last six months. It is nearly at an end. Meantime, there has been little time for writing or at least writing that does not involve strict legal conventions. Legal documents must not contain emotive language, or opinions or statements overheard while on the train. Legal reality is short sharp and brutally edited. There is no room in the fluorenscent light of legal reality for shoe blogging.
Contemporaneously (which is a word loved by legal draftspeople) I have begun to wonder whether some of you might think that I have taken leave of my senses.
On a Tuesday a while back, the day that I wore these boots, my good pal Tom Voirol stopped off at the office. He and his wife Sonia had queued patiently to see the Masterpieces from Paris Exhibition at the National Gallery of Australia in early April this year. (My husand and I had been hoping to visit @ACTinglikeamama and the exhibition with the weans simultaneously but it was not to be). Tom not only picked up the exhibition catalogue for me but delivered it wearing his bikers’ helmet and leathers. For a fleeting moment it was a good interlude in my working day.
Then, like many people, Tom greeted me and my footwear simultaneously. A warm smile of recognition was extended towards my boots “Ah” he said “I think that we have met before“. Feeling like a bristly spinster aunt at a wedding I replied “Oh no, you must be talking about my Day 69 boots, my Day 23 boots or my really boring boots“. At that point I think Tom started to complement my boss on the quality of light in our boardroom. Deflection in this case was a Very Good Move.
The thing was that I started to doubt myself – do I have too many pairs of black boots? Are they are all the same? Am I losing the plot entirely? Are you all beginning to suffer from déjà shoe vu?
In some ways this court case has come at a point for me to reflect, to recollect, to review and perhaps (though it pains me to do so) to cull my boot collection.
But then, on the day before I appeared in court with my guts churning and my mind full of crystallised candy floss, I received a message of solidarity and support. There is another completely mental shoe girl out there. Her name is Damana.
“Today” she wrote ” I‘m doing my best to not just buy black boots. I have too many.”
I am not alone…