Boots of woe

Are you superstitious?  I try not to be, I’ll actively walk under a ladder, look into a cracked mirror; yes folks, I am a thrill seeker all righty.  But, I do think that misfortune comes to me in threes and I always feel very unsettled if a black cat runs across the street in front of my car.  The cat one comes courtesy of my dad – black cats scare the bejeesus out of him.

So, I recently had 2 unlucky (and expensive) things happen.  I spilt red wine on my keyboard (I know, you never drink whilst on the computer – for real – who doesn’t eat and drink whilst computing?) so my computer needs replacing and I cracked a porcelain crown (front tooth) – very expensive and painful.  The day of the tooth crack I said out loud “I wonder what 3rd heartbreaking and expensive thing will happen to me next”.  Silly me, you never say these things out loud.  On that same day I wore for the first time my new italian soft suede knee high wedged boots and everyone (yes everyone) ohhed and ahhed over how beautiful they were. If you too love shoes, you know what I’m talking about.  I’m not a shopper, I’m not into makeup but I really really love beautiful shoes.  You know when you get them home and you can’t stop going back to your wardrobe to look at them one more time.  Yep, I’ve got it bad.

So by now you all know where this is going – yes its an italian suede boot tragedy!  When I got home that night, I lovingly put my beautiful boots back in the wardrobe.  What I didn’t realise is that I must have also knocked over one of those tubs of crystals that take the moisture out of the air.  By now it was just a tub of liquid that dries things out.  So jump ahead one week and I take my boots out of the wardrobe.  Oh my god, what is wrong with the suede.  Its hard, dark, shrunken and ugly – one boot only.  The optimist in me thinks that we might be able to clean this stuff out….

So I take my ruined boot to the best bootmaker on the coast and after a good look he tells me ‘bin it’.  Noooooooo, they are new, I’ve only worn them for 2 hours once, they were the last pair in the shop, I’ve never own long suede boots before  aaaaarrrghhh.  My third misfortune and it really hurts!  I can’t quite make myself throw out the good boot (I know, a bit crazy) (who needs one boot – size 37, let me know) and I’ve tried to photograph it for you.  Long boots are really hard to photograph – they keep flopping over and a boot on just one leg looks weird – but I’ve tried.  So I haven’t done justice to their beauty, but here we go.