The artist Beryl Cook died this week. I recognised her work from greeting cards available in independent book shops (where I really try to purchase the bulk of my books, honest!), but didn't know a great deal about her. The BBC news web site has been offering an overview of her work, and I find her cheerful plump ladies with thunder-thighs and way too much eye makeup rather endearing. Very British too. However, I just adore this portrait of dancing feet in the kind of shoes I used to wear all the time --- until Plantar Fasciitis (which I call "Nazi Heel") threatened the amount of walking I do. There's something very assertive, joyful, and unapologetic about these feet. I like them very much.
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Dear Sharon,
Are those my shoes there? If you ran into me, why didn't you offer a quaint and pensive coy hello? How impolite. I am willing to overlook it because Beryl is finally dead. Sometimes people die, tragedy ensues.
Thank you for your excellence in the arts of prowess,
BigJoDick
P.S. I feel on occasion your soul impress upon my own. It is a testament to your maturity and skill.
Dear BigJoDick,
Bless you! The maturity I can vouch for; the skill, less so...
The Un-Sharon
I wore those shoes all throughout my Catholic schoolgirl years. I think my sister and I were the only ones who consistently stuck to the Mary Janes year after academic year. Thanks for bringing back some fond memories! :-)
Well, Vanessa, you gotta love sensible shoes that are kinda pretty! Besides, I never quite got over my Alice in Wonderland fetish...
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