Go Baby Go Go
Not actual DMs, or legs for that matter
I have five minutes and I want to post today, so I thought I’d freestyle a love letter to my favourite thing in recent times. My Cherry Red Doctor Martens.
Dear Heaven in the Form of Footwear,
Yes, I made the mistake of going out in you the other night in just one pair of socks, foolishly believing you to be ‘broken in’. I’m still paying the price. The thing with you is you’ve been worth every single blister; even single irritated Achille’s heel.
You’ve been in my life for about two months and I already forget what life was like before you. I have dry feet all the time (except in the shower, where alas we cannot go together). My feet are warm and comfy, if I remember, always to wear two pairs of socks, the thicker the better.
In you, I have found the power to stomp like I believe I was born to do. Up, down, up, down and all the way back again. I feel like there is nothing I can’t do, no terrain that would defeat us.
In you, I feel like part of an exclusive club, coaxing discreet nods of approval from other DM wearers. I have a ‘DM Twin’ at work who looks like Bette Davis, if Bette Davis had a bleach blonde crop. Our bond is stronger, I swear, because we share a love of the same footwear.
You go with everything, from jeans to tea dresses. Especially tea dresses. You’re a miracle, a dream and I will never go back.
I love you.
Love, me xoxo
