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Showing posts with label Random. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

THE LEGWARMER

So I'm not much a 'shoe person'. Never have been. Perhaps not all due to choice either. I, for one, don't have loads of spare cash to indulge myself on shoe shopping. So I've trained myself to enjoy the basic necessary shoes and yearn for no more than that. So my pair of Adidas have taken me far and probably will continue to do so. And I'm glad. Because I like them.
Then winter rolled in, and with it, a boot craze like there's never been before. EVERYONE is wearing boots. Long boots, mostly. Which is not good for me, because I have short legs. So a boot that's supposed to stop above the calf on everyone else, takes me halfway up the knee, managing to just look ridiculous enough to be considered not an option.
My Mom always stressed that I had to dress according to what suited me, not what was fashionable. Because I'm short, this is something I've been forced to do, as not all the fashions suit me at all (regrettably, most of them actually have the opposite effect!).
Anyway, before I start lamenting abut my trials and tribulations as a 'shorty', let me get back onto my subject; The Legwarmer.
So after dragging myself through various shops, I finally found a pair of boots that caught my attention. Black, medium heel, not too thick (the thinner the heel the more I like it!). But best of all, it stopped at the top of my calf like it was supposed to do and it had folds of woolly material sewn on it - to resemble a leg warmer. Just up my alley. Anything that looks remotely like it could be related to 'dance' tickles my fancy something awful.
So I bought the boots.
Alas, they lasted about a month and got holes in the sides. Cheap Chinese Shit. And there goes my favourite boots.
So off I go shopping for more boots. But nothing compares to my favourite boots. My only boots. I have to have another pair of boots, we are only halfway through winter now. So I drag myself through some more shops and finally stumble into a small corner shop in China Town and here is a pair of ankle boots that I could grudgingly wear. It was obvious I wasn't going to find my legwarmer boots again.
It was only about two weeks later that the idea struck me. Forgotten, in my underwear cupboard was some pairs of legwarmers that used to belong to Mom. Back from her 80's gyming days. They went with the tights and the one-piece leotards, complete with headbands and wrist guards. I think they did things with such style those days. Now, a baggy tracksuit pants and sloppy t-shirt is what people are wearing to exercise in.
Anyway, so there I was, a pair of bright red legwarmers in my hand and a plan.
Wearing my new fashion statement to work for the first time, I noticed startled looks, not sure if it was because of the bright red or Return of The Legwarmer. But either way - I liked how it looked, AND it was warm. So I don't really care what they thought of The Look.
I was thus inspired to go and research on the legwarmer. Not much out there in the way of information. I found a few forums where people's comments were extremely negative. It would appear that in some countries the legwarmer made a brief comeback some years ago (around 2004) and was not favourably received. I saw it commented that the legwarmer was top of the lists of fashion disasters of the '80's.
Legwarmers were first designed by a company called KD Dance in 1980 with the purpose of keeping dancers' legs warms to avoid cramping while they warmed up and during the first parts of their rehearsal. They then became the rave for the first 4 years of the 80's - particularly when Flashdance and Footloose were released - only to disappear totally by the end of '84. During these four years though, they were worn in multi-colour, over jeans, with tights, with sneakers, with heels - just about any way you can imagine. And people either loved or hated it. Interestingly, apparently no dancer would have been caught dead wearing them anywhere other than when they were dancing - or so the story goes.
So I am inspired to try to bring the Legwarmer back. Though it might be a bit late, as the shops are already displaying their summer ranges. So it might just me - doing my bit for legwarmers.
I also found an interesting article on how to make your own legwarmers by cutting off the sleeve of a jersey and weaving a ribbon through this cut off part, which would then go around the ankle.
The legwarmer should always start at the base of the ankle and could end anywhere up to the knee. If worn with pants, these should be tight, not make unseemly bulges at the ankle or above the legwarmer at the knee. It is also a good idea to colour-co-ordinate the legwarmer with an item of clothing you are wearing, such as your jersey. Part of the failure of the legwarmer in the '80's appears to be due to the insane colour schemes the girls wore. It seems that they even wore more than one set per leg - in outrageous non-matching colours. A sure-fire way to kill a fashion.
So there you have it - the history of The Legwarmer. And the way winter's are getting colder every year, I think there could be a place in every girl's wardrobe for a pair of legwarmers!


Above:   From Footloose
Below:  A more modern look?









Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Letters To Inanimate Objects

Claire Marie at Spontaneous Delight had a wicked idea to compose letters to inamimate objects.  It tickled my fancy something awful, and I just couldn't resist.  Had a good laugh at Kirsten at Wanderlust's posts as well!

So here goes:-

Dear Car Tyre
Why do you have to be flat on the morning that it's pouring with rain?

Dear Fingernail
You just had to wait until all ten were nice and long and then you go and break and leave me with nine.
What's with that?

Dear Stomach
I tanned you.  I fed you.  I reproduced in you.  I put you on a diet so you could go flat again.   I crunched you.  I shimmied with you.  And still you bloat and make me look fat.  You ungrateful gas storer.

Dear Penis
No, you are not the king of the world. Get a haircut.

Dear Monday
I hate you.  I hate you.  I hate you.

Dear Cheesecake
You look so good I could eat you.  But I won't.  Because Stomach will probably have a problem with it.

Dear Computer
I love you.  You're my true great love and I do not know what I'd do without you.  You frustrate me when you are slow and you infuriate me when you freeze, but I just can't stay away. 

Dear Hair
Stop falling out.   We are not a dog.  We do not malt at change of seasons.  I wash you daily, I condition you regularly, you've been for a trip to the salon, I haven't coloured you for ages and ages.   You have no excuse for this.   Stop it.  Stay in my head.  Where you belong.  Okay?  Or else I'll cut you short.  Dont' think I won't. 

Lots of Love
E.D.

Friday, April 23, 2010

When Flowers Die

How is it, I wonder to myself, that something so beautiful and given as a thoughtful gift, can cause pain to the receiver?   Sounds silly, I know.  Yet I can't help the twinge of real sorrow I feel as I watch a bunch of roses wither and die.  Roses that were given to me by a neighbour in return for babysitting her son.  A beautiful, multi-coloured bunch of sweet young roses that smelt like I'd imagine Heaven would smell - sort of fresh and sweet and gentle.  
Yet one week later they are dead and I have to throw them away.

I have on occassion photographed flowers I received, particularly those given to me when Rocco was born, in an attempt to preserve their beauty in some way. 

Somehow, something so beautiful should last longer, much longer, than a measly week. 

I wonder then, if anyone else feels like this or if they just chuck them out and wait for new...

Which brings me to a fond memory back in late 2001 when my then boyfriend and now husband brought me a handful of handpicked daisies - my favourite!  I was still living with my parents and he had been on a truck trip and had brought these back for me.  He'd elaborated on how he'd literally dodged hundreds of swarming bloodthirsty bees (or maybe it was pollen-thirsty!) - and him being allergic as well! - to bring me this thing of beauty.  I popped them straight in a vase and there they stood - for nearly three weeks.  We went away that weekend, and on our return, as we pulled up outside, my mom apparently said to my father, 'quick, chuck out the flowers before she comes in' - they knew I didn't have the heart to throw them away!

Roses are beautiful and classy and romantic and all, but daisies are wild and last longer, even if they don't smell good!

I got these when Cillisa was born from my father.  Coincidentally, Carnations were my Mom's favourite...