Demented Dieter

Let us pause a moment to lament the passing of some favoured footwear. The shoes in question were a pair of bright pink suede open-toed low-heeled mules. I bought them in a sale in Sydney passing through on my way to Bandar Seri Begawan from Wellington NZ. They were fairly ugly, I'll admit, but SO comfortable and very easy to slip on and off which is very important when you are living in a culture where politeness demands you remove your shoes before entering a house. I once showed my students a picture of my niece. They were horrified. "But she is wearing shoes indoors!" they exclaimed. My British niece was equally horrified to learn of a culture where you would be constantly exposed to the smelly socks and grubby feet of mere acquaintances.
Anyway, to get back to my pink mules. I wore them for years but decided to throw them out when we left Brunei. "I'll just wear them on the boat down the river and ditch them at the airport," I thought. But they were perfect to wear on the plane so they obtained a last minute stay of execution. "I'll chuck them out when I get to Oz" I told myself. But they were great for wearing in the car when we were travelling so once again they were reprieved. And so they have been my first choice of footwear for any occasion that demanded comfort over looks... which for me is anything short of a royal garden party. Until last week when they finally fell apart. RIP.

Current weight: 79 kg