Why, they're made for whorin':
Extremely stylish whorin', mind.
It's been years since I've been brave enough to wear boots outside the theatrical sphere. But this year's my year, damnit.
Boots are one of those fabulously evocative items of clothing, aren't they? I remember the first pair of boots I wore belonged to my mother back in the 1970s. They were deep dark navy, almost black. Dad sheared off the sky-high heels so I could totter around in them with a minimum of falls. They didn't fit properly until I was about 14, but that didn't stop me wearing them in virtually every game of dress-up that went on back at "Tara" - my childhood home in Albany Creek. My favourite was teaming them with a skirt, red cape and a sword shoved down the back of my shirt, and getting about the place as She-Ra, Princess of Power.
"For the honour of Grey Skull!"
Everyone's got a story about a beloved pair of boots - even here in sunny Queensland. What's yours?