"Thunder is good, thunder is impressive; but it is lighting that does all the work."

I've had these boots since I was 13, and they are looking their age. The soles have suffered, no doubt in part to my early infatuation with them which resulted in wearing them for a year straight when I first got them. The leather is scuffed and faded, from deep indigo to lighter purples and pinks. The laces have been changed countless times due to damage both physical and sartorial (bright pink is not a route I'll go down again soon). And still, every time I think I'm going to get caught in the rain, I reach for them. They're like an old friend I've managed to keep in touch with, despite having moved and changed and grown (well, except for the size of my feet). I love them even more now than I did at 13. I love the battered softness of the leather, the change in colour when they inevitably get wet, the remaining bounce in the tired soles...

boots- Doc Martens, trousers- ASOS, jumper and hat- H&M, necklace- Forever 21

   

I think I just found myself writing a love letter to a pair of boots? Or an ode to well worn footwear perhaps? It's probably about time really. Nine years is a long time to be in a relationship without having considered penning some poetry.
  




Title quote attributed to Mark Twain

"Do what we can, summer will have its flies."

It is 28 degrees outside and I’ve already swatted two fat flies whilst writing this. They come in my open window, the unwanted plus-ones of a much welcome cool breeze, dive-bombing and throwing themselves up against the window. I hate them. All I think when I hear that maddening buzzing is that I have to kill it. If my neighbours had glanced across they’d of seen me jumping on and off a chair, spraying and swatting like I was participating in an insect exorcism. I may not be the most skilled bluebottle assassin, but what I lack in co-ordination I make up in blood-thirsty determination. Jazz- 2, flies- 0.

Headscarf- M&Co, shirt- New Look, shorts- Forever 21

 

The heat has reached the stage of unwelcome house guest; someone recently said to me that they were hoping for one day of rain so that they could appreciate the sun again. There have been numerous sightings of awkward sunburn and car thermometers over 30 degrees, and I for one have been rendered unable to wear anything that doesn't resemble silk pajamas. Which, actually, suits me just fine.




Title quote is attributed to Ralph Waldo Emerson