Shoes, Books & Cynicism
Kate Stone Matheson
The Wax That Melts Our Wings

I’d say it’s what separates us, not from the beasts, but the bestial. Creating the future, renewing a learned past - these are reasons to strive. Writing for and with love, taking and framing an image, stretching new melodic skins onto old skeletons of song… it’s how we manage to fly. It’s how we stay you and me, not us and them.

The Wax That Melts Our Wings
Shoes, Books & Cynicism
Kate Stone Matheson
The Lady Jellypants Guide to Grace and Poise

Unlike Osk, who seemed to establish his own tactical task force wherever we lived, scooping up neighbourhood feline troublemakers as sidekicks (including the memorable ginger behemoth Watson, with whom he used to scope the street from the safety of the shed roof), Jelly has the intelligence gathering skills of a sponge cake.

The Lady Jellypants Guide to Grace and Poise
Shoes, Books & Cynicism
Kate Stone Matheson
Love Me Tender

Anyway, somewhere in between my 'and then you should've done this' and 'why didn't you say x and y, rather than z', and 'for the love of monkeys and the general public's eyesight, you didn't honestly wear that heinous shirt did you', something he was saying about the dating extravaganza we were picking to pieces finally penetrated my cloud of self-congratulatory cumulo-waffle. 

"Most people don't talk about how dates are progressing as a tender process, do they?" he asked. 

"What?"

"She said I was 'part way through the tender process' and that she was judging me on my submission. I'd like to think there was irony involved, and I think at the time I may have given an admittedly weak "haha, yesssss, quite". Looking back, I'd have to conclude, computer says no on the presence of Fabulon or other aids to achieving crisply pressed linen."

Love Me Tender

Louboutin

A Good Christian

I sometimes amaze myself with how strong I am. Deep breath here, and I know you are going to find this very hard to believe, those of you who know me well.

Um.

Last week, I gave away a pair of Louboutins.

I need to lie down for a little while before I keep writing.

Please hold.

OK, I'm back.

So - this is the dealio.

Two years ago, I bought a pair of Loubs online. Being a total tard, I happily ordered my usual pair of 39s - and didn't realise that I had ordered an Italian 39. Not a Euro 39.

There is a differenzio. This is Italiano for big fat mistake. Because they are two different sizes, and when you buy on sale online, there often is no going back.

Buggerino.

So - I have worn them once. And they looked amazing, but they hurt like hell. And I couldn't do it again. So in the spirit of the red sole, I have given them away to a worthy and chic recipient - rather than selling them.

God speed my darling shoesies - and enjoy your new home.

And as for me - the piggy bank will fill up again.

One day.

Vive les Louboutins!