Shoes and Books: a Comparison

The wonderful Vix once mentioned she'd like to see me do a frivolous shoe post, and it got me thinking about my love for writing, my love of books, and my love of shoes. While the more high-brow types might look at fashion as something that's beneath them, whereas dusty pages of Homer and great classics are a more fruitful way to spend your time, I can't help but disagree. I think there are a lot of similarities between books and shoes - whether it's the books you write, or the ones you read.

Here's my take on it:

The High Heel vs. Chick Lit (ahem, sorry, I mean Women's Fiction)

This one's easy, right? Feel free to smack me upside the head and tell me I'm barking, but I reckon most of us might associate the glorious high-heeled shoe with this light, witty, girly genre. A genre that invariably involves at least one character strutting about in six-inch heels. On a personal level, I love wearing heels - five inches, tops, anything more is just plain torture from the moment the strap's buckled! - and I love chick lit/that type of women's fiction (also within reason. The predictable and tired love triangles don't really hold my attention for long anymore.)


The Trainer vs. the Trusty Comfort Book 

You wouldn't wear your trainers to an interview, to a book signing or to a party (well, you might, but I wouldn't) - but when you just want to be reliably comfy and you can't be bothered to think about how your feet feel, you fall back on the old trainer. Weather permitting. A hot alternative is the trusty flip flop or the really, really comfy pair of gorgeous summer sandals you love.

Like the trusty trainer, the comfy flip flop, or the soothing sandal, there's that comfort book or genre we all have. For some people it's a light holiday read (light romance, a funny travel book). For others, like me, it's a genre or a book that is always, always a pleasure to read, no matter how I feel. For me, this comfort book (tears aside) is The Time Traveler's Wife or any Georgette Heyer historical romance. However low I feel, these books cheer me right up (Heyer) or make me snuggle into a bit of gorgeously written escapism (Niffenegger).


The Shoe vs. Fantasy

Ah, and then there's the shoe. The Shoe (and heaven forbid you fail to capitalize it) is that pair of shoes that always, always makes you feel absolutely gorgeous. If you need a confidence boost, it's the shoe that takes you there; if you want to sparkle, it's the shoe that lights you up. It's the shoe you wear on that really special date, to that party where The Boy is going to be, to that job interview for the Dream Job... you get the idea.

By no means is it the most comfortable shoe you've got. In fact, it probably hurts your toes, or your calves, or - and this is for you, male readers - it makes your heel burst out into blisters the next day. Ouch. It could be a pair of heels, it could be studded gladiator sandals, it could be a shiny black formal pair that always gets you the job... regardless, it's still The Shoe, because it makes you feel like you could take on the world and win.

And isn't that just what the fantasy genre does? Whether you're fighting Dark Lords or fighting dystopian governments, doesn't the fantasy genre take us outside of ourselves, make us feel like we're somehow stronger, and don't we come out of it feeling like we could win any fight we fight? It could be an urban fantasy love story, it could be high fantasy with swords, it could be a space opera.


What's particularly interesting about this to me is that these are three types of shoes I always love, and always wear - and three types of books I simply can't resist. In fact, I even often write these types of books (though I haven't written women's fiction in ages).

And an example of a shoe I don't wear, and a genre I don't read much of?

The Punk Leather Boot vs. the Thriller


Spiky, high-risk, guaranteed adrenaline. I've never written an out-and-out thriller, and I've never worn an out-and-out leather boot. I don't think I ever will do either of those things, simply because they're not very me. But they might be very much like somebody else.



Sorry if I've put my beloved male readers off, but I hope I haven't, because I think this could work for you too. Do you have shoes that fit into your reading and writing habits? Clothes that suit your artistic or creative talents?

So how do fashion and reading/writing/art work together for you? And if they don't, fair enough. This is my map, but I'd love to hear about yours. What kinds of maps do you draw in your own habits?



And on an unrelated note, Elizabeth Mueller is hosting a blogfest about changes. She's having it in honour of my moving house, which I think is pretty darn amazing of her! So do go over and sign up if it's your kind of thing - imagine the possibilities of subjecting your characters to enormous changes!

Tagged: What's in my Bag?

Well. A different kind of post for me, which is probably a good thing because I daresay my writing-related posts can get a bit repetitive, even for fellow writers! And as I can't resist the urge to talk about clothes, shoes or accessories sometimes, this is a perfect time for me to indulge myself.

Earlier this week, the fabulous Vix tagged me, asking me to tell all about the contents of my bag. Alas, I wish my bag were more exciting, but here goes, anyway.
 

The bag in question. I'm sort of in love with this bag, it feels so summery and its colours are brighter than they look in this photo!

And what's in the bag? Well, starting from the top left (about nine o' clock) and working clockwise: there's a tissue, a package that I tried to post today but couldn't, my wallet/purse, my sunglasses, my passport, a scarf (it was chilly today!), Georgette Heyer's A Civil Contract, a scrap of paper on which I've written everything I needed to buy in town today, a stick of lip gloss that you can't see because I seem to have placed it badly, and a bunch of postcards from the art exhibit I went to on Tuesday. Sadly, nothing scintillating to be found in my bag today!

Now I'm going to tag:

Alesa
Talli
and 
Elizabeth

But I'm also going to throw it out as an open question because I'm generally nosy, and I love how sometimes the most unexpected and random answers come up! So, what's in your bag right now? 

A somewhat guilty diversion...

...into fashion. Yes, I said it. I used the dreaded F word. Fashion. There. *breathes immense sigh of relief, now that the word has been uttered and gotten off my chest*

I recently discovered a steampunk-oriented blog called STEAMED! and it's fantastic. I didn't think of myself as really into the clockwork, gears and Victorian fashions and art that seem to characterize steampunk, but I've discovered now that I love it. I want the clothes, I want the art, I want the books, I want it all. I'm not entirely sure how I came across the site, except that I reckon it was through reading author Gail Carriger's blog (her novel Soulless and its sequels are steampunk/urban fantasy) and she mentioned she'd done an interview with them. The long and short of it is, I discovered STEAMED! and it was there, on that website where I discovered my love for the aforementioned clothes, art and books, that I discovered steampunk-oriented clothier Clockwork Couture.

Oh, boy. If I had the money, I'd probably shop them out of stock. Some of the shoes/boots are to die for. Most specifically, this is to die for.

These boots.

I think I'd sell my left leg for them. The black ones, not the red or purple. Or maybe I'd sell my left arm. (But please, don't take me up on these offers.)