My flats are comfortable. I swear they are. The strange (not altogether pleasant) feeling that I am getting in my toe probably has more to do with walking for about four hours than the shoes themselves.
Basically, on this first day of the holidays, I was woken up by my mother at about 11:30 to go to yum cha. We went to my grandparents' apartment in Redfern, where we dropped off the car and walked for about forty minutes to Chinatown. I haven't actually had yum cha for a while, so even though apparently since we arrived at the restaurant so late there was less variety, I still stuffed myself full of har gow and nor mai gai and fu pei guen...
After lunch/brunch my mother, my sister and I went walkabout in the city, seeing some pretty things (but, disappointingly, not as much as I'd hoped) but buying nothing of note (fine, a headband for my sister but it was just plain black plastic).
Perhaps I wasn't in much of a buying mood today, but even though I went to a fair few sections of the city, there was nothing I was really willing to spend money on. Not even at David Jones or Myer. No shoes that were awesome and some of the bags there were frankly awful. In fact, perhaps the shops in market city are more my thing - a bit more wearable, less expensive and more my age. Time to redefine my perspective.
Anyway, we walked around for until it got dark, then hurried back to my grandparents' apartment to get the car. Unfortunately, this was about the time of the infamous "rush hour" and the footpaths were crazy, with people shoving and some people walking infuriatingly slowly. God I hate people who walk slowly, It's so annoying. Is it a Sydney thing? Surely if I went to New York or something the pace of the pedestrians would be faster?
Somewhere in the midst of this wide range of walking speeds, the satin rose that was on my right shoe came off and since I was crossing a road in the middle of a human mass at night I could hardly go back and find it. Damn, those shoes cost fifty bucks and I only wore them like five times. They were a good five times - party, camp, Chinese test, yum cha - but who doesn't regret it when they lose something they'll never regain? Would I have preferred it if the flower from my left shoe came off too? Then I wouldn't have to take it off to make both shoes identical again. Yet, if I lost the other one, then I'd have no sign that I had ever had flowers on my shoes...
Ah the philosophy associated with shoes.
One thing I forgot to include in my last blog entry was going to see Coco Avant Chanel for French. It was a really pretty movie, with that melancholy feel that is so characteristic of French cinema (have you noticed?). Once again there was Audrey Tautou in this one, not that I'm sick of her yet. However, the main thing that stuck with me from the film was the large number of sex scenes. I think I counted five or six. The disturbing thing is that the movie was only rated PG. God, I swear MA is only slightly worse than that movie.