mcfarland (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} mcfarland) wrote,@ 2006-03-02 09:06:00 |
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haves- have nots
It happened unexpectedly on the highway byway of life.
Trip #one Maria Pioggia, Gira--Sole DIDN'T want a new pair of last years Nike's even though they were on sale for 50$ less than than this years identical version with pink trim instead of powder blue.
That's when I first saw them- the luxury item a Roman chaffeur can't afford. It wasn't the price that was unaffordable, as they were 60% reduced..but rather the idea...I don't ski-just like I don't play golf because they are expensive sports. I DO love the alps and swinging clubs at hardballs on tees, I've simply rarely afforded the habits. If I don't ski and I don't live in a place where feet freeze, I'm lost to create a rationale for possessing MOON BOOTS.
The perfect on sale MOON BOOTS with a remaining pair in my size were left hanging on the display column. As stunningly gorgeous as moon boots can be. Soft fake fur lined suede, insulating cross straps, tender feet lifted an inch and a half from cold wet hard ground...
6 sneaker stores later, poor Maria still hadn't the sneakers of her dreams, so we returned to the first hunting place home of the on sale MOON BOOTS.
Indulging her, her mother bought her a pair of 200$ sneakers, but the moon boots were gone. I asked because I knew that Maria Sole's mom woulda liked them for a bday present even though she can't ski or go to freezing paces since she had a heart attack. They're HAVES, and aren't restricted by Have not limits.
Weeks later, another rainy day, I drove them to a useless doctor's appt..another indulgence for haves..
Afterwards, we swung by a different location of the chain sports store so Maria Sole could purchase a skiing helmet, she's a have after all, and she hasn't had a heart attack (yet?).
My boot...there it was, so lonely as to no longer have a price tag attached. I asked, yes on sale, yes the same price as the sister store in the chain. One pair remaining, my size. I asked to try them on and... sold, to the foreign lady with the big feet.
This doesn't mean that I want to go to outerspace instead of live on a yacht in the Mediterranean with a piano on a yacht. It means I want to wear my Moon boots on the yacht when it's not so hot to prefer naked feet.
I want to spend the rest of my life wearing Moon Boots or bare feet. They are so comfortable that when I put my bare feet in them, it feels like I'm wearing socks, even though I'm not.
The 15000 year old iceman's frozen corpse found on an alp atop the Austrian-Italian border was wearing a version of Moon boots.
In my moon boots I'm a cave woman, and I'll club any caveman that gives me a hardtime. I'll show the native Americans just how tough an eskimo can be.
Being a have, has setbacks and risks. My bigfooted half foreign daughter is going to smell the spoil and abscond with them and then spill pear or apricot juice on them either that or I'll leave them in our abode one day so as not destroy them with exposure to grimy city streets and an eskimo valuing
thief will steal them from our cave. Along with having comes having paranoia of having no longer.
I like to try and resurrect any sexiness I might have once possessed by walking around in big sweaters and underwear and my moon boots.
I want to have my moon boots the rest of my life.
If I ever have to die in a hospital I want to be wearing my moon boots, satisfied that then and only then can someone else take them off my feet.
It happened unexpectedly on the highway byway of life.
Trip #one Maria Pioggia, Gira--Sole DIDN'T want a new pair of last years Nike's even though they were on sale for 50$ less than than this years identical version with pink trim instead of powder blue.
That's when I first saw them- the luxury item a Roman chaffeur can't afford. It wasn't the price that was unaffordable, as they were 60% reduced..but rather the idea...I don't ski-just like I don't play golf because they are expensive sports. I DO love the alps and swinging clubs at hardballs on tees, I've simply rarely afforded the habits. If I don't ski and I don't live in a place where feet freeze, I'm lost to create a rationale for possessing MOON BOOTS.
The perfect on sale MOON BOOTS with a remaining pair in my size were left hanging on the display column. As stunningly gorgeous as moon boots can be. Soft fake fur lined suede, insulating cross straps, tender feet lifted an inch and a half from cold wet hard ground...
6 sneaker stores later, poor Maria still hadn't the sneakers of her dreams, so we returned to the first hunting place home of the on sale MOON BOOTS.
Indulging her, her mother bought her a pair of 200$ sneakers, but the moon boots were gone. I asked because I knew that Maria Sole's mom woulda liked them for a bday present even though she can't ski or go to freezing paces since she had a heart attack. They're HAVES, and aren't restricted by Have not limits.
Weeks later, another rainy day, I drove them to a useless doctor's appt..another indulgence for haves..
Afterwards, we swung by a different location of the chain sports store so Maria Sole could purchase a skiing helmet, she's a have after all, and she hasn't had a heart attack (yet?).
My boot...there it was, so lonely as to no longer have a price tag attached. I asked, yes on sale, yes the same price as the sister store in the chain. One pair remaining, my size. I asked to try them on and... sold, to the foreign lady with the big feet.
This doesn't mean that I want to go to outerspace instead of live on a yacht in the Mediterranean with a piano on a yacht. It means I want to wear my Moon boots on the yacht when it's not so hot to prefer naked feet.
I want to spend the rest of my life wearing Moon Boots or bare feet. They are so comfortable that when I put my bare feet in them, it feels like I'm wearing socks, even though I'm not.
The 15000 year old iceman's frozen corpse found on an alp atop the Austrian-Italian border was wearing a version of Moon boots.
In my moon boots I'm a cave woman, and I'll club any caveman that gives me a hardtime. I'll show the native Americans just how tough an eskimo can be.
Being a have, has setbacks and risks. My bigfooted half foreign daughter is going to smell the spoil and abscond with them and then spill pear or apricot juice on them either that or I'll leave them in our abode one day so as not destroy them with exposure to grimy city streets and an eskimo valuing
thief will steal them from our cave. Along with having comes having paranoia of having no longer.
I like to try and resurrect any sexiness I might have once possessed by walking around in big sweaters and underwear and my moon boots.
I want to have my moon boots the rest of my life.
If I ever have to die in a hospital I want to be wearing my moon boots, satisfied that then and only then can someone else take them off my feet.
