My boots (that are made for walking)

A little while ago while on my internship in Wellington, my Aunt and Uncle took me out shopping and bought me a really nice pair of boots. I won’t say how much they cost, but I will admit they’re the most expensive item of clothing I’ve ever owned, and I feel like a rich person when I wear them.

I’ve decided these boots are magic, because wherever I go people compliment them. I was in another shoe store with my flatmate today while she tried on mountains of shoes, and I was sitting quietly on the couch when the sales lady asked where I’d gotten them and how much they cost. Later, as I was walking to the car, another woman walking by on the street said “Nice boots babe!” (I’m not sure she said babe, but it was something starting with ‘b’ so we’ll go with that). Hell, even my boss complimented the boots – and she was telling me off for making a mistake at work at the time.

It’s nice having a pair of shoes that makes complete strangers tell you how good you look. It’s real nice.

Our awesome, creepy house

When Sacha and I first moved into our new flat a couple of weeks ago, I went for a little wander around the property. It’s a pretty cool little place: It has a big long deck right across the back, a cute little gully out the back, and something that I think is meant to be a pond. Needs a bit of a clean up though.

The almost pond.

Inside the house we have about a million and one light switches, some of which we can’t figure out turn on what lights. I have a light in my wardrobe, but the switch for it is nowhere to be found. Sacha has seven light switches in her bedroom alone. It’s lightswitchtopia. (I just went around and counted – we have 27 light switches.)

I have also made an exciting discovery. About five minutes ago I went for a wander to check out the little gully I mentioned. Turns out it backs out onto a creek. A creek!

Here’s the weird part about the house, though. In my casual wanderings, I found the little door that lets me get underneath the house. I went in, and this is what I saw.

There were two walls covered in photos of shoes. It was utterly bizarre, and it still creeps me out a little bit. Several people have suggested that somebody with a shoe fetish used to live here, or someone who was part of a shoe cult. Someone else said that maybe it was a murderer who used to take people’s shoes after they killed them. While I don’t think it would be a shoe-stealing murderer, my flatmate may be leaning towards some kind of murderer hypothesis, considering these alarming scratches in the wall above the head of her bed.

So yeah, there’s that. Apart from those two chilling aspects, and the fact that our house creaks pretty much nonstop, it’s a really nice place, and I’m really enjoying it. Except for the fact that it’s ridiculously cold. I’m trying to stop having the heater going all the time and instead rely on my hot water bottle to save power. Let’s see how it goes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Poor little me

You know you’re a dirt-poor student when you have to check the weather to see what shoes you should be wearing that day, because the majority of your shoes have holes in them and soak through the bottom when it’s wet.

Today I’m a little less poor and finally can afford some new shoes, after going the WHOLE of last year sitting uncomfortably in class with wet feet every rainy day.

That was not pleasant.