Saturday, 14 December 2013

A Christmas tale

I am missing my blogging but im too busy to put finger to keyboard. Ive got full time work coming out my ears. Every weekend date, including sundays, filled with party time Christmas Booths right up to Christmas.

Cant complain as im making extra money and having lots of fun. New work life balance coming in the new year which I am very excited about and lots of creative outlet bringing me happiness.

Life is good.
Just really busy.

Merry Christmas xx

Monday, 2 December 2013

Book sniffing

How much we love books in this house. BF and I have both acquired quite a collection over the years. We have loved books since being children. We both enjoy the escapism, the peace and quiet, the fantasy world created in your head. We love the look of books, the feel and weight of them. We even love the smell of book pages. From old to new. You’ve got to sniff books!

It’s the best. Something akin to fond memories and tantalising adventures to come. When I was young I didn’t appreciate the smell of books as I was reading them. Sometimes that musty smell curled my young little nose up as I sat wrapped in my duvet, engrossed in the narration of the pictures dancing in my mind. But now, when I smell that old musty smell, I am right back there as a youngster, sitting on windowsills or curled up in bed. Reading long hours, sometimes from dawn to dusk.

I relate some books to whole journeys, even days. For instance I read The History of the Runestaff from beginning to end on an overnight coach journey from Carlisle to London. Its a long tedious journey but I hardly noticed the 8 hours slip by as I submerged myself in those pages.

My girly friend and I went to Egypt for a week of sun and relaxation. We took the same books each (she is a lover of reading obv). We read a lot over our break, but one particular day we read the same book at the same time and barely spoke a word to each other all day basking. Except for the occasional one word grunt to clarify if we were having a fag, swim, beer or snooze. In fact they are the only words we used that entire day. Engrossed in books. We both started and finished The Room that day. Good book. Funny experience.

I’ve had many a Saturday, snuggled on my couch with a cup of tea and some low thrumming tunes and an amazing comic in my lap. Ah Comics!! What love we both have for comics. Sorry BF “graphic novels”.
What ever you call them, we adore graphic novels, comics. We love them very much. We have some incredibly stunning editions. i could never part with them. They are too much like books of art. I admire them too much. they are just the biz. Crazy little inserts of not just a writers story but an artists images. I love love love comic art work. I would cover my body with some of my favourite images if that wasn’t so, well just wrong. Why? Well...For starters I would get neck ache from trying to re-read myself. And I have other plans for body tattoos. But thats another story. Or blog maybe...

As adults BF and I read prolifically. We both read every night, we read for research of our hobbies, we read for work. We read at weekends and we take books whenever we stay away from home. On holidays we actively seek out a bunch of books to read on the way there and back, as well as when we are there. It is safe to say we both love to read.

At the moment I am reading 4 books and a whole load of gadget manuals too. Don’t believe me?
Book one on my kindle for bedtime – Not dead yet
Book two at work – The man who thought his wife was a hat
Book three in my home office – The rules if Digital photography and when to break them
Book four a toilet book – Leonard Cohans Poetry

We have surrounded our lives and our walls with these items of fantasy and fiction.

But slowly and surely it is all going to change. Because of the kindle. The damned blight of the digital age.
How we scorned the kindle. How we swore we could never be moved from the tactile sensual relationship with had with books. I love the look of old leather bound hard backs and the shiny show off gloss of a comic. I love the story the front page tries to tell. I love the look of them stacked in a line for all the world to see.

What is that? Why have we collected all these stories of other worlds and other lives? Is it for show? What are we saying? Is it the love of the fantasy, the memory of enjoyment, when you were in another place, another time, enjoying your own company and the spin of a good story perhaps?

What ever the reason I find lately that I’m  saying “look at all the books I have. And look how I store them all around me in neat rows. Look how learned i am, from floor to ceiling”.

That makes me cringe just a little but I still love them.

Yet they have to go and will go. Very soon. The time has come. The damn kindle has won me over. I have owned one for over two years now and I love it. It’s so fantastic to be able to carry sooooooo many books with you at once. Its light and easy to use snuggled tight in your warm duvet, on your side, waiting for sleep to overcome you.

I love the instant purchase from my pc. I love being able to download pdfs to it for work. Recently I have been using the kindle app on my Tablet and I like that i don’t need the light on and can fall  sleep and it will turn off. I don’t lose my page anymore. It still smacks me in the face occasionally though. I eagerly await the days when the text will be projected in front of me and page turning controlled by eye movement tracking. I want technology in my life! But that is yet another blog!

So the moment has come. We have agreed to digitise all our books. And our CDs and our DVDs, but strangely I don’t feel as distressed about this as I do the books. We have been slowly moving over to a digital collection with both of these for a while now. Oh I recall denying CDs when I had so much Vinyl! The discomfort it bought me. The horror of my vinyl getting ruined in the move to Scotland and then further annihilated by the cold weather inside my first non centrally heated houses. Oh how I have been emotionally torn by the evolution of technology at times.

But I am over that. Now I am of the digital age. I embrace it.
If only for the reason of downsizing living space and reducing clutter.

But as I run my fingers along their spines and wish them well in their new homes I realise that with books, its not about the visual content, its about the place it takes me in my mind. I think we will always keep some books. Some artistically stunning hard backs, definitely most of our comics and some of the early editions (retirement funds).

To keep the stories we need to digitise them. Or at least make a list, so we can back purchase as we want to re-read them. It will be a slow and lingering process but it is worth it. And it will be an interesting process, to see just how many we will re-read.

It is all about the reading of the story and not the physical book. So as long as I am in love with the reading I don’t mind if its on a kindle. Its about the reading, not the book. Does this sound like a chant?

Am I convincing anyone?


Sunday, 1 December 2013

Irresistible

If you are wondering what happened last night, when the world was plain and resistable, it was me. I wanted my man. So I took him to bed. And I took him deeply in my eyes, my arms, my loins. Apparently I earned the title irresistible. And I am.

Sunday, 24 November 2013

My History of Skates

Let me tell you a little bit about roller skates – I love them!

Back in the 1980s our local sports centre held a regular roller disco. I loved going. I used to hire those old metal strap on skates and drag them around the hall, loving the swooping and zooming yet enviously watching the kids with the coloured hi-top skates and even more impressive, the solid black hockey skates. Oh how I loved the big chunky hockey skates.

On those crappy strap on skates I learnt to skate quite well. I could do cross-overs round the bends and backward skating with one leg. I could do turn stops although my favourite stop was barge right in and through.
I couldn’t do jumps or anything more technical like that. Partly because I hadn’t developed the skills and partly because you dare not lift your feet off the ground for too long in strap on skates or the stupid things would fall off.
It didn’t take much to convince my mum that I really wanted skates for my birthday. Why would it, she was a roller skater! Must be where I get my roller roots from. See picture... and she had performed on skates as a youngster herself! Go mum, who would have thought? Anyone spot her?



She made me try out Ice skating for a while. I could do it, but I just hated being cold. Plus falling over on ice skates slightly terrifies me. Falling on rollers was ok.

I got my first skates, when I was about ten. They were dark blue with neon yellow flames down the sides.  Remember, before you rib me forever, I did not pick them. However, I do wonder, perhaps those flame enhanced skates where the beginning of my need for speed.
On those Hi-top boots I rolled everywhere. To the sports centre, (back in the days when nobody cared about inside/outside wheels) to my friends, to the shops (yes inside too) and round and round the back alley where all us estate kids would hang out.

Then one day I just stopped. Maybe going to the High school with roller high tops just was not cool. Maybe my feet grew out of them. More likely I wrecked them. Whatever the reason, I cant recall. The flame propelled roller skates just disappeared out of my life and I never thought about them again.

I had a go at in-liners once, many moons ago, when they had not long been out. The technique reminded me of ice skating but in the outdoors. I found them a bit weird but then they were two sizes too big for me. Go to Brighton and people with in-liners swoop by you all the time on the promenade.

I have admired the crazy four roller skaters that went round and round in a very tight circle at a Cirque de Solei show. Lifting people and objects onto their continually spinning bodies. Sticking out legs. Showing off. generally being dangerous and skilled, risky and thrilling. A spinning kaleidoscope of rock-on people and roller wheels. I loved them.

But sadly gradually over the vast amount of years I have been on this mortal coil, my love of rolling skating was ignored.

Then two years ago BF and I decided to go to the South coast for our anniversary week. We had been together four years, been living together forever and decided we would have a lovely little July – August holiday in and around Brighton. We agreed not to do presents in advance. On our anniversary we spent the day, walking around Worthing spoiling ourselves and looking for that perfect gift for each other. BF is an incredibly helpful shopper. He is good fun, wild with money and encourage you to buy anything you happen to touch, like, love or coo over.

We encouraged each other to try things on (I tried on a fabulous raw silk bright blue jacket but for fucks sake it was £300) and we checked and double checked with each other if that was ‘the gift’. Maybe the open availability of options and spending spree attitude did it. We just couldn’t find it. The elusive perfect gift for our perfect day was not forth coming.

Then we spotted a Jewellers called Presleys!!! Well!! Being the big soppy tattooed Elvis fan that I am, it was a sign, we had to go in!
Within seconds we were cooing over a beautiful silver ring, with my favourite stone, BFs favourite stone and a cute everlasting circle design. I loved it. We loved  it. We asked to view it out of the case. The shop lady happily obliged and removed it, placing it on a black velvet showing tray. It looked so pretty.

We realised there we were, mooing at each other, seriously considering buying this ring and getting engaged! It was a really beautiful and heartfelt moment. For a while.

Sadly the ring did not fit. Nor could we have it sized up. We discussed a few options but it became clear, it was not meant to be. Eventually we retired to a nearby pub and giggled off how unusual and unexpected a turn the day had taken. Everything was ok. We were not disappointed. We were really quite elated and most definitely in love. The day we nearly got engaged and...

We had lunch, we wandered around some more until we made our way to the promenade front. We spotted a skater shop. Incredible boards and scooters in the windows. We decided to go in for a look.  As soon as arrived I noticed a wall of roller skates and there, pride of place, in the middle was a pair of brand new pair of chunky ice hockey skates. No wheels just big black plastic-ness of hardcore floor owner. I was ten again.

Oh how I cooed over those skates in that shop. I excitedly told BF how much I had envied the kids with these when I had been little. He made me try them on. Even up to this stage I had no intention of buying skates for my anniversary! I tried the big clunky things on. I’m stomping round the shop on the bear wheel braces. Laughing with BF and reminiscing. It was then that the shop owner changed my life forever, with the statement:
“You know we ‘ave ten kinds of coloured wheels for those skates!”

Well I was a flurry of over excited idiotic squealing and clapping. I went into a frenzy of indecision before finally and rather obviously for me, settling on a pair of bright blue glittery wheels.

Quick as a flash I was leaving the shop with BF proudly holding a £170 of skates for me.

“Happy anniversary babes!”

We scampered across the road and I laced up. My god they were so heavy! I gingerly took my first few swoops along the perfectly smooth straight and long seafront paths. BF eagerly watching with bated breath and his camera phone at the ready. I went up and down until my confidence grew, remembered a turn spin way of stopping and tried it a couple of times accompanied by some screeching and arm flailing. But I did not fall. I skated back to BF on the bench and plonked myself, pleased as punch right next to him.

“You can actually skate!”

Well der...he thought he would be having fun watching me stack it all afternoon! Cheeky sod.

When we came back to Scotland we began taking my skates and BFs bike to the cycle path. I had to warm up first or I would get terrible cramp in the front of my calves from the sheer weight of the skates. But then we would cycle and skate together. If I got tired I would just hang onto the back of the bike and get a pully. We looked silly, we looked like olduns playing at being younguns but we didnt care, we were having fun and we laughed so very much.

Thankfully BF in his nerdy “safety first” dad kind of way, had purchased me a set of protective gear for my head, elbows, wrists and knees. Thankfully indeed!

I had been skating on and off for a few weeks and was getting more comfortable at a fair speed (in a straight line) along the long sweepy cycle path. We stopped one day, taking a left off the cycle path and settling on a bench opposite a very busy children’s play park. There had to be at least three families there and about ten kids. I took off my wrist shields and helmet and we had a snack. When we left I had the most monumental fall I’ve ever had to date, on my skates. Right in front of these kids and families. Like a flailing yelping idiot! So funny.

When I got up BF had gone ahead to see if the junction back onto the path was clear. I began rolling slowly then very very quickly down the hill. He gave me the nod, I had to go right, and practically a hair pin bend!! Oh no. I was leaning to the left, hard, and I screeched round the corner too tight. I lift my right foot but my left stopped moving and I jerked into the air. High, I did what is known in gymnastic turns as a triple perpendicular pike twist. I went round a few times in the air, my feet barely but just scraping along the floor. My eyes saw the ground, hands smacked down first, then my shoulder, then my body. I recall holding my head tight at some point, as I rolled over one last time. As I stopped the air was quiet and still. I jumped up quickly, brushing myself down in defiance, embarrassment rising to my face. The silence was deafening.

As I looked over to the play park I could see parents nodding smugly and looking at their children,
“And that children is why you wear protective clothing.”

I raced off with a shrill “Come on!” to BF. Various areas of me rosy and throbbing from shame and pain.
Fucking hilarious though. I don’t know how BF managed not to laugh out loud and possibly hold up score cards...

Turned out after six weeks of a dull stiff throbbing shoulder, one morning in bed I moved, it twanged. Ouchy! I went to the docs, got a referral to the physio, got referred for acupuncture.
I had damaged the nerve roots! Its was bloody annoying. But absolute bliss when it was finally fixed. So I know how dangerous roller skating can be for adults. We have so much further to fall!!! Its pays to be safe and aware.

Looking back though, I wouldn’t change it for the world. I learnt a lot that day. About the goodness of protective clothing, about my over eager enthusiasm vs my actually technical ability. About the wound dressing kindness of BF and how easily jeans can embed into skin.
Most of all its really funny story to relive with BF.

Recently my friends set up a local Roller Derby team – Dolly Doonhamers. So of course I joined.

I now have a weekly excuse to skate (sometimes twice a week depending on life). Delighted! And not just skate, but barge around overtaking significant others!
Camaraderie!
Laughs!
Skills!
Girl power!
Chicks Rule!
We are all at different stages, but that is what makes it great. Everyone helping each other. Everyone getting so much out of it. Proud of my mates for getting it set up. Proud to be part of the crazy hardcore world of roller derby dolls! We have some wicked times ahead.

So in a funny way, all that roller skating and all that passion. No matter how distracted you get from it.
It all comes around in the end.
In fact if life is one continuing ever spinning circle cycle of life, then surely rolling through it, is the best way to do it?
When I have my skates on, I just want to Rock and Roll.

Thursday, 21 November 2013

One Word

Small and curly constantly moving doubt.
It lives in my head shifting about.
No matter what good deeds done through the day,
The doubting Thomas never goes away.

It takes effort to talk over the voice
On and on it goes exploring choice
I believe in my heart that all is well
But if you listened to my head you could never tell

It takes strength to keep off the negative curve
Turn precision indecision into style and verve
The pros and cons keep on chattering away
Find the positives to make it through the day

When will these thoughts converge to a decision?
When will the right path make incision?
Is it doubt or just plain  OCD?
The conclusions not forthcoming to me

Backwards and forwards round and round
Until finally I can hear only one sound
The sound of a choice being decidedly made
The sound of a path finally laid

Ah how they are quiet yet I miss all those voices
The dissectors of all of our colourful choices
Hark! The murmuring decision can finally be herd
showing the way with one single word.

Monday, 18 November 2013

Burns and Booths

Well busy times are ahead and i couldn’t be more excited!

I recently dipped my toe into the world of Photo Booths at parties and celebrations as an addition to my event production dreams.  It’s been slow for a while but then i acknowledge I haven’t really had the time to devote to advertising it and working on some new decor. What with the rest of life going on!!!

But every one I have done so far, I have had so much fun at. I mean, if you have to work evenings or weekends during which you need to stay sober at (ideally), then how better than working with lots of happy, tipsy (sometimes drunk) party people, being silly, having laughs and getting their pose on!
It is a party life through a lens. I am a part time agent Pro-Photo-Voyeur.

So all of a festive sudden I have four bookings over the run up to Christmas and another two day option over the 24th-25th January. Its all kicking off!
I am in a joyful mental flurry of new ideas.
I’ve got lists coming out of my pricked up ears.
I’ve already shed frantic over excited tears.
Yet I am more hyped than I have been for years.

As well as my booming booths, i have been asked to join the creative team for Big Burns Supper 2014, or BBS14 for short. And i am delighted! Yet another random creative outlet with the most talented and inspirational people who are not just darn good fun to be with but an amazing inspirational team of artists that roam this land.

I cant say anything about it all yet as:
a) I would have to kill you
b) its under an embargo. Of course.

The whole of BBS2014 is going to be great. The effort and talent that gets put into this Burns celebration with a big bold modern twist defies belief. The South West Scots rock their Scottish socks!

And there I am. The odd English insert of a devoted fan and enthusiastic artist. Friend for ever and ever, forever fffff. An interlude. InterLou’ed. InterLude?
Showing me wares and falling down stairs. So honoured and chuffed. Happy and buff!
And not only do I get to partake in the team work of pulling BBS off, i get  to come with my Booth too.
Oh my the good fortune! Oh my the prospects!
Oh my the pressure! A worthwhile local endeavour. Nothing to gain but goodwill and pleasure.

So much to do before my December booth deadlines and BBS2014.
I am spun out and delirious in an engulfing dream of Slo-mo cameras, booth decor options, recycle upcycle, tartan, new photography tools, pretty things and 80s neons... Seeing opportunity and art on my journey of Burns and Booths.

I'm kept awake with the excitement of more photo captures of live enraptures.
I live my daze in a haze slighty crazed but amazed.
The future is clear. Its here.
The future is Boothiful.


Friday, 1 November 2013

All Hallows Day


I have to write more often!There are so many good ideas, stories and quips that i have forgotten in the last week, because i haven’t found the time to sit the heck down and write them down. For me its not so much say what you see but think about it and dream of writing it. How odd.

Not to say i’m not a live in the moment kind of girl but these last few weeks have been oddly strung out and emotionally fluctuating that i have felt the need to write. Deeply. To express artistic paragraphs. And yet i have not found the time. How sad.

Until now. Hurrah!
So what to write about?

Well my big ideas are going into my book. Yes yes i am a writer. Of course i am writing a book. I have always been writing a book.
So far i have clocked up one tome, a handful of short stories, some self satisfying mild porn and a few blogs here and there. And there lies a writers block. Sometimes i just don’t know where to write.
I have a guzzilion stories to tell yet sometimes i just don’t know where to tell them..book or blog...book, or blog?

So, with new gusto and determination i am going to do both! I am working on a new house rota as i speak (type) and i intend to set myself a blog topic each week as well as plough into my current book.

So here i go! Feel free to comment or throw a new topic at me if you will!

And who knows? I may even share some snippets of my book on my blog and write in my book about blogging..

This week, a big shout out has to go to the bf. He has burdened the Rain train through back ache, bereavement, disappointment, guilt, pleasure and a good old dose of work stress. I’ve stayed some distance away from home and spent time at home still distant. We have fallen in, fallen out, fallen over and fallen into a plug hole whirl of intensity across the relationship spectrum. And we survived. We still love each other very much, (phew!),have a new beginning ahead with renewed fervour to get it right. Life that is. And all that it entails! Heavy. Maybe. But necessary. Definitely. The truth? Absolutely. Life is a tough old boot at times. With lots of curveballs and surprises. But there simply is absolutely nothing for it than to survive it, and when your strength is back, take a bloody great big bite out of it and show it who is boss!

Weeks like this feel a burden when you dealing with them. Living through them. And coping as close to the brink as you dare. They are hard and challenging when you are in them. Focusing on the positives can be a struggle. But somehow you do struggle on. You make it.

And when you look back on those moments, step back and can finally appreciate your efforts. You realise they are the moments that help make you who you are. They remind you how short, delicate and meaningful life is. You remember how to appreciate the small things. Take nothing for granted. Be positive. Be kind to yourself. That warm wholesome happy feeling from doing good. Being the cause of a smile. Finding yourself. And liking your life. A lot. Peace.

And bf hasn’t had it easy either. He has had his own shit going on. But amazingly. He has coped marvellously through it all. So a huge basket of kittens for him.

In summary. I am mighty glad it is Friday. The Dawn of a new way to come in sight. The calm after the storm is now here. We can sigh in relief. (I suspect the house will hear a lot of sighs this weekend.)

We can rejoice in our life. Nestle. Snuggle. Hug.
Sleep in, snooze and nap.
Recoup and recover. New rota. New beginnings.
And i can write. At last. Time and peace. Peacetime. Timepeace. Xxx
And today is All Hallows Day of course!
Enjoy the second half of this autumn people, its a stunner.

Oh maybe my next blog...

Saturday, 3 August 2013

DJ !!!!!!

Well people, I have had the most amazing summer
Inspiring, intriguing, interesting
Fun, funky, fabulous
We have smiled till our lips cracked, laughed till our voices disappeared and cried for joy.
Danced. Danced. And danced some more.
We have created, played, and designed at a number of festivals and club nights.

The Blue-topia crew have been out in force, leaving their weird and wonderful creations all over the UKs various festivals. They done me proud.

I've been booming with my PhotoBooth and have more bookings and plans ahead to excite over.

All supported of course by my ever amazing BF / GF aka IT Guru TV girl

Couldn't do it without the love, support and pointing and laughing of my nearest and dearest friends.

And now I am doing something else I always dreamed of....

DJ IN DA HOUSE!!!!

Volunteering for a local LGBT gig. Gonna play a really cheesy chart set (which I have found hard not to venture into the realm of banging down and dirty fuinky beats)

But its all culminating with a Kylie and Madonna DJ Battle with myself The Citizen Rain and the mind blowing awesomeness that is Dreadz n Mullets 'Semtex girl'.

Defo gonna be hilarious.

I've had about 6 hours practice (if you can call bopping around my own front room to my own playlist "practice") and already i feel I have the aura....

So far I have mastered the one ear headphone banging nod

The distracted by my equipment one finger pointing 'TUUUUNE' move

and of course the ultimate two arms in the air 'PRAISE ME THE DJ' stance

My pouts quite good too...

as for mixing, lining up tunes, keeping the tempo going and all that blah blah blah...I will wing it...

Coz at least I LOOK like a DJ!!!

Thank feck for the back up of the experienced Semtex girl who is spoon feeding me confidence along the way.

Like my ole friend Lellie would say...Living the dream...

Oh and did I say i was gonna be looking like this - natch!!!





Friday, 17 May 2013

Youolgy - basic faith in human beings


Bit O Background
After watching the horrors being committed around the world in the name of religion...
After experiencing some of the most disturbing behaviour from so called righteous religious people I know locally...
After thinking so long about the simplicity of basic human rights & my belief in people, in goodness and that the connection between people is all we need, I finally went public last week with my take on what we should be believing in. Or at least what I now aspire to live by.

We should believe in each other. In being decent and kind. In trying hard.
In honesty, positivity and unity.

Youology went live.
I took it from my life, from my head and unleashed it upon the social media community.
I cant say that it went viral.
I cant say that it made a big splash.
But what I can say is that the reaction it did receive was positive and well....obvious.
Because its simple.

Just like Youology.
Simple, basic, rules of kindness.
You-ology! 
See what you think!

I found this prayer that I put together four years ago when I was in a sad time of my life and wanted to remind myself daily of why I wanted to struggle through every day. And it still reminds me of why I love people, have faith in people and yet fundamentally dont believe in religion.


YOUOLOGY PRAYER

Thank you world for this day I have lived through.
Thank you for all I have taken from you, which has made my day richer.
I hope I have shown honesty and integrity and that I have used your gifts wisely.
I ask for forgiveness for all the things I have done wrong and am thankful for all that protects me.

I continue to believe in human beings and their personal development of their individual status.
I accept that life’s own destiny is carved and created by myself and not by a supreme being.
I take responsibility not only for my actions but for my thoughts and values.
I try to live within the laws of my society in a fair and good manner. Allowing people to be who they are, doing good, remaining positive and flexible in all life’s difficulties.

I acknowledge the strength and diversity of others and will act in a non-judgemental way to all that I do.
I love all around me and live life to the full of my potential in my own way. 
I am proud of me.
I share with the world my love, my spirit and ask for nothing in return.

Inspiring times for some creative lines

Ooh la la!
I lost my ta-da,
it went a walking,
quite long far.

Now its back,
with a snap and a crack,
with a snack a jack a lack,
to pull me back.

I'm going into the pages,
no offer of wages,
just to spend some time,
creating the lines.

For the words that I right,
make me smile all right,
not for what they mean,
but coz I'm building my dream.

My mojo is here,
with a wave and a cheer,
with tippity tap type,
and plenty of hype.

My juices are creating,
my words are stating,
that my writers block has done,
my creative future now begun.

woohooo!!!


Sunday, 20 January 2013

ready,weddy,steady!


Welcome to Shoe calendar 2013!!!

Can you believe it?
BF got me the calendar again for 2013!!!
I am dead chuffed as I know it will keep me inspired to keep blogging, along with the daily trials and tribulations of life.
It will keep our mornings amused with the new shoes of the day discussions and enable me to gaze lovingly at new shoes every day without having to pay...

And first up is this bold beauty of 2013, the first of Jan!

Crystal-encrusted double-platform slingback, Giuseppe Zanotti design.

Just loving the eccentricity of this large simple sling back. I smile at the brass of the colours and the overtly luscious crystal encrustation. Its simply bold and beautiful. Makes the most dreary (and hungover) day of the year seem like a happy, outgoing and bold day after all.

I'm off to the pub! Sadly not in these shoes...





The hinter...

White suede bootie with burnished gold sculpted heel and horsehair detail, Masaya Kushino.

Its started early! The wedding shoe options. The hints...oh no! This happened last year...

This unusual bootie is very shabby chic. I can imagine this with my short white dress. My tables of floral teacups. The ornate scrolled furniture at the venue and this classical style impressed upon our little big day.

(I call it our little big day because we will probably have a little wedding...yet it will be a big deal to us.
I would definitely wear these booties with pride.

Printed canvas high heel “Texan” boot with contrast saddle tow, Stuart Weitman 

There is something about these boots.
I look at them and I instinctually like them.
Yet when I inspect them in more detail I wonder why.
I am not a big fan of floral print but these have it.
I am not an enthusiast of two tone boots but these are.
I have no idea what a saddle toe is?
Is it the shape of the toe or the shape of the brown wrapped around the toe? I go with the later.

But to me they look elegant, lady like, comfortable, smart, pretty and durable.

So all in all I do like them. I guess that's why!

Then 2012 Shoe Calender Winners!!!


So the winners of the 2012 Shoe calendar blog appreciate appeal in reverse order are....





3rd place

GROWLING BEADED SLINGBACK 

Suede slingback with bead-trimmed platform, Nicholas Kirkwood, 2010.












2nd place 

KINKY COMBAT BOOT

Over the knee leather lace up stiletto ‘Combat’ boot” by Stuart Weitzman 2010








1st place!! –ORGANIC SHOE OF THE YEAR!


“Morphogenesis” shoe made with 3-D printing process, Pauline van Dongan, 2010

I said it right back in march when I fell in love with it, this would be my shoe of the year. And it is. Its still wonderful. I still don’t own it but I would love to. It still an organic master piece.

Thanks to the Shoe calender for giving me so much to dream about and blog about. 
Heres to a joyous 2013.
Happy New year Bloggers!

The final shoe of 2012


25th Dec- Suede pee-toe pump with multi-leather rosette and studded heel, Diego Dolcini.


Dont get me wrong, most of the time I love Christmas...I love buying gifts for my friends and family. I enjoy the time off. But this year was a bit of an anti climax because I got ill. So I spent most of Christmas to New Year with cold shivers and blowing my nose.

My poor BF though, having to wait on me all of Christmas afternoon and the following days. We managed to open our gifts together and cook dinner. But after that it was all down hill for me.

However, from what I can recall, either side of my souring temperatures and delirious sneezing, I did  have a very merry time. It may not have snowed in Dumfries but you should have seen the mountain of white tissues besides my couch. All I did Christmas afternoon was blow my nose. Constantly.

So when I cast my watery eyes over these shoes I was for a short while very content and happy. Don’t they just epitomise everything you know about Christmas bling on your shoes?
The luxurious black suede, the leather rosette, the sparkly studded heal.
These are just perfect little black numbers for a perfect Christmas day.