Growing up, several things set me apart from my peers and earned me the childhood nick-name deirdyweirdy, not the least of which was my clothes, custom-made pieces, run up on her sewing machine by my oft-inebriated mother, who worked briefly as a machinist making ladies overalls and thereafter fancied herself a dressmaker.
Regrettably, there are no photographs of these exquisite designer creations, it being the late 60s/70s when cameras were uncommon among us lower classes. But if I tell you that they were hot pants with a little top, made from nylon overall material 'acquired' from her place of work, with poppers as buttons, you'll get the picture, poppers prone to pop should I breathe too deeply.
As a teenager having shaken off the curse of my mother's homemade motley, but not the deirdyweirdy moniker, I began to embrace my ‘weirdness’. I found I'd gotten accustomed to standing out from the crowd and decided I quite liked it. If you can’t live down your reputation, why not live up to it?
While my friends competed to see who could look best in the latest chain store tat, I sported the height of vintage chic.
As well as a few of my own creations:)
But shoes were always a problem until I found these in a little shop called Ad Hoc and thought them so pretty and elegant that I bought 15 pairs, figuring I’d never have to shop for shoes again. An inspired idea, eh?
And it was a jolly good idea since I still have one pair remaining which will surely last me until I die, especially now I’ve moved to the rugged terrain of the countryside and wear mostly the assortment of Crocs left behind by the previous owner of the house.
I have loved these shoes almost my entire life and what's not to love? Besides being ultra-comfy, they are a fine accessory to any outfit and appropriate for every occasion be it a wedding, funeral, or bar mitzvah.
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