Newness + Absences

Even though I proudly display the blogging without obligation button on these pages, I nevertheless feel beholden somehow to explain my absence from said pages of late. Let's face it, my blogging has been far from avid. It's not for lack of material. I have finished no less than three projects since I last posted (yes, three!), have had all my hair cut off (lots of fodder there) but for some reason I just cannot get it together to document and wax lyrical.

Even this post started out as a reallllly long series of tags accompanying a photo on flickr, until I realised if I was writing that much it pretty much qualified as a blog post, and so here it is:

New boots.
I bought new boots.
A simple sentence.
Oh so simple.

And yet those of you who are similarly paddle-footed and view the very notion of shoe shopping with a level of apprehension akin only to trips to the dentist, will know the truth that lurks within that sentence. Never. That. Simple.

So on Sunday I went shopping, determined to buy a pair of boots that fitted really well. On the first browse, I thought I'd accidentally stumbled into a drag queen outfitters.
Why is everything so sparkly?
By the end of the second store and several $1,500+ price tags later, I was already hitting a mild desperation level , and I'd only been looking for less than an hour.
Third store: The first pair of boots I laid my eyes on were almost perfect and I clutched the sample to my chest so that no one else could get their greedy, unworthy little hands on it while I perused the rest of the floor. A little something inside me died as I slid inevitably towards the "Kumfy World" end of the store. There's no two ways about it, those shoes just say "Me and Style? We agreed to part ways a long time ago".

But there is a happy end to this story, as the photo can attest. Incidentally, what does a webversion2.0 gal do when she gets a pair of boots out of the box? Wear them outside? No! Take a photo of them and put it on the internet of course! What a strange universe I inhabit now. Friends who know me well would argue I've always inhabited rather a strange universe. I guess this is just a new and peculiar brand of strangeness.

But back to the one (by now quite warm) boot I was clutching. Yes there was a pair in my size (miracle) and as I slid it on (slid?! when was the last time a boot just actually slid on without a fight? I tell you this is just like butter as they say in Joisey) the saleswoman told me they were made in Austria.

"Is that a good sign"? I asked.

"Best boots come from Austria love" she replied as if I was silly to not know that, and I swear she winked at me, knowing once a customer had been bitten by the Austrian Boot Bug, there was no looking back.

And she'd be right. Best boots I have ever bought. Ever. They're by Kennel und Schmenger, and I'm wondering if I plug them enough whether they will start sending me free boots in an endorsement deal. I can see the letter now:

Marketing Department
Kennel und Schmenger
Austria.

Dear Sirs Liebe Herren...

No, perhaps I shouldn't. I can see a mangled David Sedaris-esque 'deutisch' coming out of that.

Speaking of which have you seen this pizza delivery service? Normally we would order a pizza once a months or so, but if I knew that Sedaris was going to deliver it, I would be tempted to order one almost every night just to get the monologue.