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why are you taking pictures of shoes?

Tuesday, May 8th, 2012 | tags: , , ,  |

Bridemaids Shoesasked the young girl

Because they’re pretty and tell the tale of their owners running around – free from footwear

I was the only girl over the age of 10yrs wearing flat-soled shoes. The youngsters were quite keen to kick-off their flatties, I liked their attitude, they were all about running, twirling and laughing.

The adults were more about drinking, smoking and re-telling histories


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I met a real GIRL

Friday, January 13th, 2012 | tags: , , ,  |

The flashing fairy lights above her head revealed a deep pink highlight to her long, gently curling, raven hair. Watching her unnatural colours in the flashing light had a fascinating quality like watching the flames in an open fire. Her dress was the uniform of the masses of young girls I see in the shopping centres – a hint of a skirt from which emerge thick black tights tucked into biege Ugg boots

She held the kitchen party’s conversational court. Either side stood a woman at least twice her age oriented towards her as-if basking in the glow from the jewels of pink light reflected from her hair. I resisted the temptation to curtsey as I moved forward to introduce myself to the group. Once introductions were finished she continued to chatter vivaciously

girl: In our new house we’ll need a small room that’s just for my clothes – a walk in wardrobe really. I’ve got 70 pairs of shoes

I AM a girl!

wendy (dumbstruck, then): in a whole year you only need wear the same pair of shoes 7 times, at that rate, they will last for years!

girl (proudly):  oh yes! I started work at a fashion house in London 2 months ago and I haven’t worn the same pair of shoes twice  yet

wendy (trying not to sound sarcastic): a fashion house? that does sounds stylish, what exactly do you do there?

girl: I’m an events coordinator, basically its about making a fuss, I make sure that the fuss happens at the right time and place

(group giggling)

wendy: are you looking for a place to store your shoe collection in London?

girl: yes, I went to cheltenham college. I just love cheltenham, but it’s too far away from London to commute

wendy: Is London an expensive place to live?

girl: Mummy’s buying the house, aren’t you mummy? so it’s quite cheap really

If she was any less sincere she’d be auditioning for a lead part in Absolutely Fabulous

I met a real GIRL
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Lost shoes II

Wednesday, November 23rd, 2011 | tags: , , ,  |

abandoned shoe in the morning

A clean, shiny, black shoe sits in conversation with a lampost on a recently cleaned Reading town street. How did this executive shoe become abandoned, where has its partner gone?

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Viking jeans

Sunday, May 8th, 2011 | tags: , , , , ,  |

Bux raised my awareness of discarding clothing as street art in everyday Oslo with a string of spectacular posts.

English people also discard their clothes in public, displayed in artistic ways at eye level. Below we see a pink shoe awaiting a push button signal before hot footing it to the Tandoori across the road.
lone shoe crossing

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institutional violence or a ticket to Kansas?

Sunday, April 17th, 2011 | tags: , , , , , ,  |

Institutional ViolenceVisitors to earth from planet Wendy see the marketing of high healed shoes as institutionalised violence, targeting females. For some inexplicable reason hobbling, the risk of broken ankles, is an attractive female characteristic.

Women are the only exploited group in history to have been idealized into powerlessness.

Erica Jong

The majority of females are complicit in perpetuating this violence. Visitors from planet Wendy are baffled by this complicity. Visitors keep their befuddlement under their stylish hats lest they cause offense, identifying themselves as targets for the near ubiquitous, rigorous enforcement regime.

What shoes should I wear to demonstrate my lack of complicity without attracting non-compliance social penalties?  My tastes rarely coincide with high street fashion. My criteria for yesterday’s shoe purchase trip, in priority order, were

  • must not introduce a risk of bodily injury when walking – I can fall over without artificial aides.
  • comfortable – definitely bouncy soles and soft uppers
  • can be worn to walk 4 miles per day on sidewalks and in buildings
  • please or amuse members of the public, work colleagues and clients when I wear them to work
  • give the impression that I’ve dressed-up a bit for a trip to the Theatre, Garden or Dinner party
  • colour should sort-of go with some of the clothes I already own. A fairly open criteria favouring blue, black, grey, brown, white and orange.

ticket to KansasI’ve wanted a pair of red shiny, low-heal, soft soled shoes ever since I first read the Wizard of Oz. This pair of Kansas hoppers closed the deal in the time it took to try them on. I only visted 2 shops, RESULT!  All my criteria filled and MORE!

Waiting decades before finally meeting these shoes adds a special relish to our union

Unwrap the Edam, the cheese is on me!

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old lady’s shoes

Tuesday, November 10th, 2009 | tags: , , , , ,  |

Words of wisdom from  an almost stranger*.  in this case a girl on the commuter  train to London Paddington:

don’t wear Ecco shoes,   they’ll  make you look like a really boring  old person

Ecco SandalsI would have followed this advice


Ooops!   it’s toooooo late

I picked up these little green dudes in a sale,   as preparation for my upcoming HOLIDAY in CAIRO.   They have the phrase ‘pat pending’ on the sole.   Just like the wacky races character.   I love that!   The garish green is pretty darn cool too,   for a wrinkly, if this is what boring old people wear,   then so be it.

* Past tips provided by Alan the hairdresser.   Lucia the hairdresser, an anonymous  manicurist, a Jackson’s sales assistant, a bus stop philanthropist, a mini salesman, Windows Network Diagnostics, Flat Eric  and Reading Police.
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facilitated footwear

Wednesday, September 16th, 2009 | tags: , , , , , , ,  |

Wendy:   I want Oxblood red please!

Conkers footwear facilitator (CFF): You can have any of these colours, you can have different colours for different feet, different colours for different sections of the boot, what would you like?

Wendy: Oh, Oh, OH,   purple, no green, no this electric blue,   no brown.   Oh!   …   um,   Oxblood red please..

Conkers, TotnessI discovered Conkers shoes in the summer of 1986.   discovered after having been sent there by a bouncy student friend from Newton Abbot who’s boots I couldn’t help but admire.   By the time I found Conkers  they were 9 years old and had a small shop at the top of Totnes High street.

They now have a larger shop half way up  Totnes High street. As a student I couldn’t afford the luxury of a well made, durable, easy to repair, natural tree-rubber soled, funky coloured, personalised pair of shoes. I sulked and promised myself that when I had a job I would come back and treat myself.   I’ve had one job or another for nearly 20 years.   This week I went back to Totnes and now I have a pair of boots being made-up to fit.   I suspect I will be back again…   for purple, or green, or…

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cool shoes. literally

Friday, July 13th, 2007 | tags: , ,  |

This could be  evidence that I am conforming to current local constructions of femaleness.

Or,   this could be evidence that  shoe appreciation  is a  legitimate conversation opener between  females in the Northwest USA.   Rather  like the weather is in the UK.

Probably evidence of both because obviously, in my opinion, I do have very comfortable and good looking shoes and females do comment on them.

These comments on the shoes in the accompanying photograph,  all happened last week:

  1. US accented person of colour  follows me along a corridor: “digging the shoes
  2. woman in a stairwell: “cute shoes wendy,   you always wear cute shoes
  3. woman in cinema: “those are cute shoes
  4. while sat cross-legged on a desk the woman on the chair next to me grabbed my be-shoed foot,   looked at its fabulous tread then smiled at me.   I took that to mean fabulous tread on your shoes….and smiled back.
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purple pickers prompt praise, dockers don’t.

Monday, November 27th, 2006 | tags: , ,  |

man in shop:   “those are fantastic boots by the way… “

he holds the tips of his fingers & thumb on his right hand together, brings them to his mouth,   kisses them, slowly moves them away from his mouth  and spreads them like a slow-motion firework explosion as a smile spreads across his face.

man in shop:  “..awesome

Wendy:   “why thankyou sir!”

I blurted with a big smile on my face.   His attire demonstrated his sense of sartorial eloquence had been left in the back of a damp cave for a couple of centuries.   This left  no obvious target for returning the compliment in kind.   His spontaneous boot-adoration actually felt a bit creepy.



Spontaneous praise, from men,  doesn’t happen when I’m wearing my equally fabulous ten-hole 1995 Doc Martens.


Strangers, men, don’t reinforce my wearing of these comfortable, practical, design classic,  boots.   Based on careful studying of Twisty’s many thought provoking, insightful, convincing  essays I believe this is because the purple pickers conform with a patriarchal construction of femininity where-as the equally fabulous Dr. Martens do not fit within the confines of patriarchal femininity.   They fit my feet.   The Cultfigurine commented on a US  magazine publishing training steps for females to effectively wear  uncomfortable dangerous shoes.    What century is this?

What has this society done to its females to make them believe that effectively wearing dangerous shoes is a goal worthy achieving and magazines believe that teaching women to achieve this goal is worthy of publication?

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lost shoe in the fall

Sunday, October 22nd, 2006 | tags: , , ,  |

It troubles me to view

in the gutter a sole shoe,

the last surviving remnant  

of a motor car accident.

Sole shoe on flick-r photoshare

The poem title is a play on the double meaning of the American word  for Autumn, because it  is Autumn now.

The poem was inspired by Wendyhome blog searchers’ interest in footwear, the single shoe I recently  saw in the verge and the many single shoes  I’ve seen  litter the roadside verges and gutters over the years.

How did they get there?   What happened to the other shoe,   to the owner?   Is there a Wendy mother that looks after the lost shoes (rather than lost boys)?   The word ‘sole’ is deliberately used to reference it’s phonological equivalent ‘soul’,   as if these shoes refer to the souls of their owners.

When I see these lost shoe’s my tearducts start insisting on hyperactivity.   Not knowing how they got there, or what has happened to thier original owner causes sadness.   Lost souls leads to  sadness…..

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kitten heeled mules

Tuesday, July 4th, 2006 | tags: ,  |

I bought a cute pair of black mules with padded insteps,   kitten heels, and big  circular tortoise-shell-style plastic buckles reminiscent of Jackie kennedy’s style.   These little beauties  will replace my lovable well-worn cushion soled sensible outdoor wear Rockport black mules.   My  Rockport mules would look  at home with a pair  of khaki cargo pants.   They are getting grody. They had to go.   My new mules will go well with hipster jeans and pretty dresses.

new mules and old mules basking in the afternoon sunlight of my stairwell

Warning:   high risk of public displays of girliness (PDG)

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new boots and panties

Wednesday, February 22nd, 2006 | tags: ,  |

Ian Dury and the Blockhead’s debut album provided  jiggy,  funny  and touching  music and images in the late 70’s.    This morning ‘new boots and panties’ tracks spiced up the dawn chorus  while  I pulled  on my pink winkle-pickers.

The album permanently warped my clothes taste

Original Docs…          ….Pink Pickers…      …Patent Platforms…

Original Doc's    Pink Winklepickers  Patent platforms

Felix Panties


All the basic equipment necessary for dishing out some serious *um kicking   😉


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