September 28, 2004
These Boots Are Made For Walking...
And that’s just what they’ll do, one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you…
One of my favorite things about Fall this year are boots. Yes I love the concept of knitting things this year (knitting things for myself and others), but really I like even more switching to my Fall wardrobe. I am an Autumn coloring girl… and really I just love to snuggle up in a nice warm sweater at a café with a yummy hot chocolate and a heater above my head while reading a book.
Normally I am fashion impaired. It is a fight to dress myself daily. But my inadequacy at choosing my own clothes is particularly evident when it comes to things like… erm accessories. And when I talk about accessories I mean things like jewelry, hats, scarves, tights, shoes, belts, bags you get the picture. Now I am starting to take more of an interest in them, and I am beginning to expand my horizons… I think my fun novelty yarns helped with the Scarf Fiasco of 2001. I am starting to have a bit of an obsession with shoes, and since last year's choice purchase, boots in particular. I am dreaming of wearing my skirts with calf length boots again. I am thinking about buying another pair… if only they fit around my calves...
But for today I have this pair, from my more glamorous and employed days. A pair of Donald J Pliner boots. I love the wine color. They are flat, though I normally prefer heeled boots. Hey I am vertically challenged, I need all the help I can get to look all gamine and stuff. Paris can make you feel frumpy you know! And those boots, they went walking today. I love these boots because they are made for walking; they are made for walking while wearing hand-knit Mountain Colors (Mountain Goat in Yellowstone) socks. I love them because when I wear a pair of boots I feel like I can take on anything. And if I can’t take it on, I can kick it HARD.
That is my mood today. I snapped out of my rut a bit, particularly on my research. I got some comments from my all important adviser last night. And while they don’t seem effusive (“what you have here is in pretty good shape”) from him they are like drippy, sappy, affectations of glorious proportions. It was a nice surprise; I was expecting to get mowed over and taken to task for what I was sure was a hunk of junk. But nope! Instead it is treat time for me my friends. Break out the rations of the Hidden Valley Ranch and buy me some of the *real* potato chips.
YUMMY YUMMY YUMMY In My Tummy!
And now that I got out of the flat, to the library, research worked on and a start hacked into, with some nice comments… I am ready to kick that Phildar patterns booty, and kick it HARD. I wanna wear this sweater soon and with two sleeves down (well to shape the shoulders but I am calling them down…) and a back about to be started (have I told you how I feel about my pointy needles? well my arm will tell you, at the thought of starting the valium ribbing on the back my tennis elbow kicked up, my arm likes my pointy needles THAT much).
Vrooom, Vroooom, Vroooooooom! I am one boot clad pixie rearing to go and I say:
Let the Sassy Ass Knitting Commence!!