I'm a pro at posing with shoes...
So last week I was sitting there flicking through heat magazine thinking how Britney should just totally shave her head (déjà vu or what?) when Mapi burst through the door. She never uses handles- she just kicks anything in her path. I said hi but she ignored me and started grabbing stuff like there was a hurricane coming. I don't even ask what she's up to since I got roped into minding her stupid gerbil a couple of weekends ago while she went home to
Basil came in with a box of stuff to sort and was chuckling away at Crazy Mapi.
"The shoot's not until tomorrow. And you were supposed to help me carry this stuff, not leg it off" he said before explaining to me that Oxfam were looking for poster girls. Em, hello? Have they seen my confirmation photo? I carried off that sailor collar with incredible panache. He said that we had to hold one item for sale in Oxfam. Something we would buy. "Cool!" I yelped as Mapi glared at me whilst holding a large wooden elephant and some coffee. I think her eyes actually swapped sockets. She was sweating like she was in that rave room in Tripod. The photographer would be calling into the shop the next day as they wanted actual volunteers to pose. I wasn't scheduled to be there but I'd do it and tell Dad I'd be a few hours late for work (might as well skip out on the Luas to Dundrum as well).
As I looked around the shop I knew there was only one thing I'd need to pose for this photo- one of those fabulous Jimmy Choos that arrived in the day before. I was used to posing with my shoes anyway. I have a Polaroid of me kissing each one and I stick them on the outside of the boxes in my wardrobe. It really cuts down on getting ready time. I'm a pro at posing with shoes...
Fell from Heaven -
19th Sept 1984


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