“nufin dun in morning, in afternoon went to E.L.” “boots arrived – bludy smart”
Now, the 70’s were a time of unbridled good taste in fashion. Am I right readers, or am.I.right?
STOP laughing at the back!
Like all kids of my age in the recession-stricken decade of flares, platforms and fringes, I attempted to dress to impress. This wasn’t always easy when I had a) limited monetary sums at my disposal (car washing not being what it used to be, obviously) and b) my parents bought a lot of my clothes.
HowEVER, these boots – black leather chelsea boots with a side zipper and (approx) 2-inch heels – were very much MY find and MY idea.
Now, it’s fact that I can’t remember a lot from my teenage youth, but I remember these boots.
And there’s a reason why.
A very VERY sad reason why.
I *ahem* still own them.
Yes, this man who discarded much of his “childish things” – and even more prior to having his household belongings shipped across the Atlantic – somehow managed to hold on to these platform boots. DON’T ask me why, for I do not know, nor can I give anykind of logical response to the pack-ratting of an old pair of boots. Except to add that they are still in bloody good condition and if the fashion ever comes back…….